Sadly, just a few chapters into this rather fat book, my beloved companion of fourteen years, Borderline, passed away. So virtually, the bulk of this 479 page book served as little more than a distraction for me. Something to keep me from crying on the train or during my lunch hour.
If I had read this book under different circumstances, would I have liked it more? Would I have been able to connect with at least one of the characters? Would I still have been so irritated by the fact that the words "best friend" appeared on nearly every page? Would I have found it so trite?
Believe me, no one would like to know the answers to those questions more than I would.
And, believe me again, I do know how bitter I sound .... I simply cannot help it...........