Sunday, July 1, 2012

The Beckett of Botox, the Rabelais of Restalyn

One Saturday morning John wakes up Hannah, makes fabulous love to her, takes off for the farmers? market, and gets killed by a hit-and-run driver. Sure, this is a wrenching setup. But if you are planning to take this book to the beach, beware it might get your towel soggy; for almost 300 pages Hannah bawls, blubbers, wails, and weeps. A reader loses sympathy when the distraught widow describes her late husband?s service: ?With as much dignity and balance as I could muster on Louboutin stilettos (a funeral gift from Uncle Jay) I made the most glamorous entrance of my life, as though this were the movie version of ?My Husband?s Funeral? starring Hannah Marsh Bernal.?

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