Title: Derivitive, Preposterous, Made For The Movies
Product review: Compliments to this male author for attempting to portray the woman's point of view--until it dawns on you that this is a clumsy and cynical device to sell the book to Hollywood. There is nothing authentic or believable about the protagonist. She is a writer--wow! Where did Abrahams get the idea for THAT? The main male character is literally someone the author dreamed up. He has the insubstantiality and mutability of someone out of a dream. People know something about prisons and might want to know a lot more but this book will not educate them. The one thing the author does know something about is bars. Had he spent less time drinking and hanging out, and done more living, this would have been a better book. The plot is implausible, to put it gently, with an ending you can see coming a mile off.
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