This book was such a disappointment to me that I hardly know where to start. Jane Green has been one of my favorites for some time now. Her books are not challenging, and I've turned to them for lightweight summer reading several times, knowing that I can expect interesting characters, snappy dialogue, witty bits, and a satisfying ending. So when I picked this one up at our local library, I figured I was in for more of the same.
Oh, how wrong I was.
This is one of the worst pieces of junk I've read in a while -- and I've read some REAL pieces of junk in the last couple of years.
Let's start with the premise. Troubled step-family, well-meaning stepmother, alcoholic mother, disaffected and dramatic and borderline delinquent stepdaughter, and doormat dad all come together to create a seething morass of malaise. How does this happen? Well-meaning Stepmom (hereafter known as WMS) adores Doormat Dad (DD), KNOWS she can get the Borderline Delinquent (BD) to come around and love her and jump onto the happy-family bandwagon; BD acts out, pitching fits, screaming, guilting DD, doing all she can to cut out WMS; DD believes that BD just needs to feel LOVED, so he appeases, snuggles, disregards WMS's repeated assertions that BD is doing all this ON PURPOSE (which she is), and ignores outsiders' (accurate) assessments that BD needs limits and to be ignored when she acts out as she is just seeking attention. Drunk Mom (DM) reinforces BD's negative opinions of WMS, and provides a motivation for BD's dysfunction by being a nightmarish, screaming, insulting shrew who is incapable of displaying enough regard for her children (oh, yes, there's a peacekeeping younger one, too) to show up on time to pick them up from school.
WMS desperately wants a child of her own, too -- adding to the mix, she's in her early 40's and unlikely to conceive on her own; IVF is too expensive and uncertain, plus DD doesn't want to adopt and upset their family further by adding a child in and he feels he's too old to start over with a baby. First issue: FIGURE THIS OUT BEFORE YOU GET MARRIED. Just like you would haggle over who takes out the trash and who changes the sheets, call me crazy, but I think you should probably have a five-minute chat about reproduction. Just a thought.
Now to the second issue. BD, as previously mentioned, acts out, swears, drinks, probably gets high, and breaks curfew; she is disrespectful to WMS and DD. THEY DO NOTHING. Please -- these are educated people. Do you expect me to believe, in our enlightened times, AND LIVING IN CALIFORNIA, that they never consider getting BD some therapy? Really? As loving parents, you're going to sit by and watch your child in what is obviously excruciating pain and DO NOTHING? Sure. Of course, if they had gotten the kid into counseling earlier, the whole plot would probably have been out the window. (Don't make me say this would be a mercy.) But for the love of God, I cannot believe that at least BD, and probably the whole family, would not have been involved in some sort of professional interventions. When you come to the end of your rope, and these people do on several occasions, don't you call for reinforcements? I would, and I am FAR from the Mother of the Year. Even if it were only for my own sanity, I would be on the horn to the nearest mental health facility in a New York minute.
Third issue: LISTEN TO YOUR FRIENDS. When they say your kid needs limits, and needs to have her behavior ignored on occasion, THEY'RE RIGHT. They have the luxury of distance, they can see the forest for the trees, and this gives them clarity, WHICH YOU LACK. Be a grownup and put the kibosh on the disrespect and misbehavior. Tell the little monster she's a monster, discipline her, and STICK TO THE PUNISHMENTS. I'm not saying that this always works, but it's important that kids know your feelings about their actions and that those actions have consequences. Again, these are educated people and you cannot expect me to believe that at least WMS wouldn't have hit the library and cracked a book or two, or at least (after one of her caffeine-enhanced chats with a close friend) taken some of the advice offered. Really. Of course, DD doesn't want to hear the little reasonable counsel WMS DOES have, so I don't know what difference it would have made, but anyhow.
Fourth issue: Dropping brand names is no substitute for character development. When you tell me (twice) that characters wear Patagonia and Reef flip-flops, all I know is that said characters have no problem with overpaying for status symbols. The people who slump through this book are two-dimensional at best. This is lazy.
Fifth issue (stemming from the fourth issue): Using stereotypes as characters is also lazy. DD, WMS, DM, BD...all formed from the chick-lit mold and about as interesting as you'd expect mass-produced interchangeable parts to be. Plus, when a rubber-stamped personage turns shrewish, say, as WMS does when she needs to show some emotion (or what passes for it), it's jarring because we don't know where it's coming from. Additionally, here we are in California, so sure enough, we are presented with the "Down-to-Earth Dot-Com Gazillionaire", who wears the aforementioned flip-flops and travels by private jet to his multiple homes; and with the "Warm and Wise and Oh-So-Kind Yoga Teacher", who offers tea and sympathy (and child care) to WMS when she most needs it. And then she goes away, bringing us to...
Sixth issue: These stereotypes show up only when absolutely needed and then disappear. So why waste pages on them at all? They add nothing to the story and the Yoga Teacher is just a flimsy foil for WMS, and the fact that they're total stereotypes just annoys me. Spend more time on plotting, which brings me to the...
Seventh issue: If you can't see the giant conflict in the plot coming down the pike from a mile away, then I have no hope for you.
There are more problems, and more characters to deal with, but I'm still lethargic from reading this snoozer, so I'll leave off here, but I simply must mention the amount of New Age-y psychobabble the characters spout, and the predictability of the whole ensemble. These were the last straw for me. Yes, I finished the whole thing -- hope springs eternal, and I was really hoping things would get better -- and I'm sorry it just resulted in a negative review. I had higher hopes for the outcome based on the author's track record, but I'm sad to say she failed miserably to deliver this time around.