It shows something about my usual reading that I do not have categories for romance novels or for chick lit. This book is both of these and not in a good way. Sappy obvious romance of the kind where you know from the first minute that they will be together even though it takes a long time to happen. Then for good measure, the author throws in another sappy obvious romance starting to happen (but you have to read the sequel to see it play out).
There are two female lead characters Lily and Marisa but as the story progresses, they gradually merge and become indistinguishable. They each have one nine year old daughter, born within a week of each other. They each have been on the run from a sociopathic abusive husband, who turns out to be the same man! They each have run to the same remote, middle of nowhere Nova Scotia town that they have no particular connection to because of a picture he had. (If you had to run, because you are afraid of your husband and living in fear that he will track you down, would you go to a place that he had a picture of, that he valued and falsely claimed as a family story?)
The story hinges on gigantic coincidences and then it all kinds of falls apart. Everyone (and there's a whole Greek chorus/cheering section of female friends and relatives) turns out to have known the story and the big secret was never really secret. There's supposed to be a mystery and a thriller aspect, but the mystery is telegraphed from the beginning and the thrill never happens. Edward the abusive ex to both of these women is supposedly tracking them down (it is never very clear which one of them he is tracking, but since they are indistinguishable and now living in the same place, it doesn't really matter). If this were a Lifetime movie, we would see him getting closer and close and then there would be some big dramatic confrontation. But none of that happens. Maybe it will in the sequel? But you spend a whole book setting up for a dramatic event in another book?
I could go on, but there's no reason to. It's a book that left me feeling bad like why did I read this. I never understood why books like this garner so many five star ratings. I hate that it tricks me into reading stuff like this. I guess there's a lot of lonely women out there who just love to lose themselves in fantasies of impossible romance heros: a beautiful, strong, sensitive man who will fall in love with you the moment he lays eyes on you and then love you and take care of you and protect you and always be there for you when you need him forever after, even though you give nothing back and spend nine years rejecting him. Then when you finally throw yourself in his arms, he will give up his whole life, career, friends, home, to follow you to where you need to go, even though you have only had an actual non-imaginary relationship for about two minutes.