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|Review by: Jen Lofquist||
The saying goes everyone has one book in them but it never goes on to say whether anyone wants to read it.
Part of me hates writing this review. Even though I didnt like the book, I liked Lib and Jan, and Im sorry that some of what Im about to say will hurt their feelings. Im sure they are nice people, and Im really sorry that both of them were hurt by the same man. But their story is just not a book.
You cant make something meaningful out of something as mundane as two ex-wives figuring out that they married the same jerk. Its not a new story. And, at the end of the day, it is not a very interesting one either. Sure theres the twist that one was black and one was white, but it cant save this book from becoming a litany of sins by Sidney Lander and thirteen chapters of barely connected vignettes.
The book is not helped by what can only be described as amateur
writing. At times it was so stilted and false, I honestly laughed
aloud. The introduction was simply painful. Since this was written
by aid of a ghost writer, you have to wonder how unreadable it
would have been without Dawn Josephson. These women were real,
yet they were reading so two-dimensionally I had to check a few
times to be sure that this wasnt
Im not going to venture to say that they are responsible in some way for being horribly mislead by a maneven after reading this book I dont feel as if I have enough information to make that call. But they are responsible for writing a revenge piece about their experiences and deciding to call it a book. Closure is wonderful, but until you can make it enlightening, interesting and readable, it has no place on my bookshelf.