I had to stop reading this. The book is supposedly about Cousin Suzanne, but the entire narrative is the cousin who is telling the story talking about herself with occasional references to Suzanne. We've all had that annoying friend who wouldn't shut up and was always talking about everything about their life, good and bad, and their opinions of those they meet along the way, ad nauseum. That's the way this book reads. I had to stop. I couldn't do it any more.