Surprisingly, given the stoic and genre-ambiguous cover art, this book is another Chick-lit read. For full review, see the Meg Cabot I read last month.
By the cover though, you would guess there was lots of gardening, fornicating forest life and kissing that makes your leg pop up. You would be wrong. it is about people dying of cancer, parenting and coke heads. Weird, huh? They must just have a stock of book covers they buy off Fotolia or something, just slap a title on it and off it goes to the printer.
Mediocre at best - not even any good sex scenes. 2 spunky, sexy heroines whom men just don't understand out of 5.
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