I've read 100 pages of the above book. And while it might be a perfectly enjoyable book for someone else, for whatever reason I can't get into it. Originally I thought setting a goal of 52 books in a year meant I'd soldier through novels even if they make me want to stab out my eyeballs. But I just can't do it.
Interestingly enough, this isn't my first crack at Marian Keyes and it isn't the first of her books I couldn't finish. (Don't know why I thought it'd be different this time.) I know some people who seem to really love her. Apparently I'm not one of them.
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