I thought this would be light chick-lit I could read during my convalescence, but, although the writer's style is a tad chick-litty (not that I'm complaining; so is mine), the real subjects here were family secrets, handling the terminal illness of a loved one, and learning to accept yourself even when your crazy-ass mother has done a number on your self-esteem. Oh - and food. There's a food reference on every page, it seems, and recipes are included at the back of the book.
What I liked about the book: the relationships between the sisters was absolutely real to me. Although my sister and I have a beyond-wonderful relationship, the kind that other people openly envy, I like reading about sisters who have issues with each other, especially when they (like the sisters in this book) come together at the end to support one another.
The weight thing - yes, Eleanor loses weight during the book, but by the end she has regained her curves and found a true love who appreciates her passion for food.
The cat - that was a very cuddly cat, and I'm a dog person (in fact, I read the book on my Recovery Couch with my doggie lying on my feet).
The guy - does he really exist and will he marry me? Honestly, the description of this guy made me fall madly in love with him. I love to get crushes on fictional characters, what can I say, I live in Fantasy World.
The hospice - I do not have any personal knowledge of hospices but from what I know, the hospice described in this book is a very accurate representation. I wish that my grandmother had been able to go to a place like Benny's hospice; I think she would have had a much more peaceful death. Maybe I've been thinking about death too much lately, but I actually was really into the Benny section of the book. His character rang very true.
The chick-lit aspect of the book - See, the problem I usually have with chick-lit is that most of it seems to follow a similar pattern: girl meets a bunch of guys, perhaps has a relationship with someone unworthy of her, then ends up with the guy you've known since page 3 was the one she would end up with. Meh. I like to be surprised, I like my heart to feel all tingly when I realize what's going to happen...And in this book, there really was only one guy, and he didn't appear right away, and when he did, he was immediately appealing. Yet - I still didn't know what was going to happen. There was even a wild thought in my mind that Henry would turn out to be a user (maybe a one-nighter with Anne?) and Eleanor would end up with Stefan, who wasn't really as perfect-looking as his picture. 'Cause that's probably the way I would have ended it, if I had written this...So any chick-littish book that can keep me guessing is awesome.
Portland - I so want to go there.
The ending, overall - I am fine with not having every question answered. I am happy assuming that Christine is Benny's child.
What I didn't like - Mom. I totally did not buy into this character. Of course, I know from having my own stuff workshopped that the characters and situations that seem the least plausible are sometimes the most real aspects of the book. I just did not buy that this woman would marry Benny, take off on him and Rosemary, bring her younger daughters to visit Rosemary, then take a photography class with her secret ex-husband and make him a part of the family, alienating her current husband in the process...and then cut him out of her life, not even visiting him on his deathbed.
Yolanda - It seemed like she was a plot device - just there to give Mom something to be pissed about. I didn't get why Yolanda and Benny had married in the first place, and I didn't get why she had taken off, or why she clearly loved him but didn't come back when he needed her. She was not a shrinking violet, she was a bold, colorful character; she could have told Mom to go to hell.
The whole mystery thing - Yes, all families have secrets, but this just didn't ring true in any way. I actually thought it was kind of creepy how Benny came to Portland and took over, pushing the kids on their swings, etc., when poor Dad - although he was not a sympathetic character, either - had done nothing to deserve that. Dad was probably worn out from dealing with Mom and raising kids he suspected were not his own. Eleanor told the story from the point of view of an adult, looking back on her childhood, but there were too many missing pieces.
Anyway - I will definitely read more from this author. This was an ideal book for my convalescence, which is (regretfully?) coming to an end, so now I probably won't get to Jennie Shortridge's other books until summer.