I read this dreadful book so that you don't have to.
Imagine that you are in a beginning fiction-writing class. Imagine that the instructor teaches you that good writing is in the details - that there is a difference between a character that "has a cup of coffee" and one who "sips hours-old diner coffee from a chipped mug that once, long ago, was white." Imagine that, after this lecture, your first clumsy effort at writing a story causes you to attempt to pack in every imaginable detail that springs into your mind.
That is what this book is like. Just a few pages into this, the author throws describes a girl "building a Lincoln Log Cabin for her Liddle Kiddles, who were asleep on tiny pink Kleenexes. If she were in her bedroom, she would have a Jackson Five forty-five in her Close 'N Play." Okay, we get it. It's the 1970s. Throughout the novel, the author takes every possible opportunity to throw in as many details as possible to, I suppose, establish the time period. She's wearing big shoulder pads! Because - get it? - it's the 1980s!
But it is not simply the clumsy writing style. It is also the trite, cliched characters in a trite, cliched story, using trite, cliched dialogue that no one would ever use in real life. Kate and Tully become friends in junior high and have a friendship that spans the decades. Kate is shy and reserved, while Tully is outgoing and popular. Kate aspires to be nothing more than a housewife, while Tully wants to be a famous news reporter. Something Bad happens, and I won't tell you what, but if you suspect that Tully could fly higher than an eagle because Kate was the wind beneath her wings, you might be on the right track.
Trite and cliched need not be bad. After all, I read and enjoy chick lit. Even mediocre chick lit. But here, to add insult to injury, the book's editor missed several typos (or doesn't understand basic grammar). I probably missed two-thirds of them because I was trying to read this book fast and just get it over with already. Bad editing like:
-"By eighth grade, she was one of the most popular girl in junior high." (p. 14)
-"'We don't have an internship program here.' 'That what your letters said.'" (p. 125)
I disliked this book so much that, not only will I never read another book by this author, but now I hope never to read a book by anyone who provided a blurb of praise for this novel. I disliked this book so much that it made me angry with Goodreads, because as I was reading this novel, Goodreads gave me a recommendation for some other novel by Kristin Hannah.
And I felt bad for disliking this book, because the author notes in a postscript how this novel was such a personal journey for her, how it's the "most personal of [her:] novels," and how her now-deceased mother inspired her to write it. I wish I had enjoyed it. I wish the characters had been at least a little identifiable, instead of insufferable. I wish I could have cared, at least a little. But then I see that Hannah has written 15 other books, and so I can't cut her any slack. She should know how to write by now.
Dreadful.