This book is not poorly written, and I did care about it enough to finish it. However, the problems I had with it were too big.
First of all, it starts out with this omnipresent narrative, not your typical third person that focuses on one character at a time. It reads like you are inside one person's head, then another person's who is in the next room or another floor of a house, and that's all within the same paragraph. It's very confusing.
We start out with a pregnant girl giving birth in a clinic, and leaving. We follow her baby to a foster family and later an adoptive family. We see things from her adoptive mother's point of view, who has lost her baby so recently that she is still producing milk. We see it from the point of view of the jealous adoptive father. And then we are shown the three month old baby's point of view, which was oddly cynical and a little bitchy for a newborn.
Then we jump all the way to Cheri, the baby, getting ready to turn 40. She's grown even more bitchy, and aside from a few chapters, you are stuck with her perspective for the rest of the book. She is not at all likable. I know, I know, some people don't need to like their protagonist. Hell, some people don't even need to like their friends or their spouses. I do. I'm very particular about who I spend my time with, who I follow on Facebook, and who narrates the hundreds of pages of a book I read.
Cheri's husband is even more obnoxious than she is. In fact, there are no likable characters, except maybe Cheri's adoptive mother, who Cheri treats like utter shit for no reason whatsoever. This really upset me. I cannot stand privileged white girls who are verbally abusive to their devoted mothers, I guess because all I ever wanted was a mom who didn't harm me. I used to daydream about being adopted, or even being a foster kid. They say no kids want to leave their parents, no matter how bad the situation is, but that's not true for me. I would've done anything to get out. Funny thing is, I'm kind to my mother now. I've forgiven her. But every time I ever meet someone who acts like their mom is the devil, it's just a case of them being a spoiled brat who was maybe loved too much. I have known people like Cheri. I avoid them like the plague.
Then we have all these marriage issues we have to read about, between Cheri and Michael. As I said, Michael is even worse than her. They are having problems, but I never got a sense that they ever loved or liked each other at all. Even finishing the book (and I won't give spoilers) their marriage seemed pretty shallow to me. Cheri is constantly thinking about her ex instead. And he turns out to be a monster, so I never understand why.
Cheri's adoptive family was rolling in the dough, and when the father died, she was left with such a great inheritance that she'd "never have to work again." But she refuses to touch the money. She hates her adoptive father, in his death as she did in his life, because of how he treated her mother—which makes little sense at all, because Cheri treats her mother far worse, and cannot even manage any sympathy for her when she is grieving her husband.
Also, wow, this book said "nigger" more than anything I can remember reading, and it wasn't for character development. White people used it a few times, but it was mostly a black woman referring to her husband that way. It's completely unnecessary to the story, since racism is never even touched on. It just seems to be one of the author's favorite words.
And this book went on for about 150 pages longer than it needed to. This is one of those Wally Lamb type novels, an everything but the kitchen sink book. Thrown in as many maudlin events and emotions and "problematic" tumblr issues as possible! Neatly wrap it all up in an unbelievable way. It's a great book for white feminists, because all the plot is really just ivy surrounding that type of agenda. It's a poor little rich girl tale, but mainly about how unfair it is being a woman.