My book club read this book by Joan Dideon last month and we had mixed feelings about it.
It looked so promising... she's a well-known writer, it won a National Book Award, good reviews, they did a version of it for Broadway....
But somehow, it didn't quite live up to what many of us were expecting.
I guess we thought it would be more reflective about the grief process. Or maybe draw readers in a bit more to get to know Dideon and her husband. Not so much of the medical mumbo-jumbo and references to a lifestyle few of us could relate to (do any of you regularly jet to another city for dinner with your husband, anyone?)
Don't get me wrong, it's not bad. Just not as good as I expected given all the hype.
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