been reading: Good Grief by Lolly Winston

This is a novel about Sophie, a woman in her 30s, and the path her life takes after her husband dies from cancer.

I shouldn't read books like this because just the thought of losing my husband puts me in a funk for days. The book claims to be "laugh-out-loud" funny, although I was doubtful of that from the start. What part of being a widow is hilarious? Soon after her husband dies, Sophie goes to work in her bathrobe and slippers because she has only enough energy to either get dressed or go to work, but not both. Reading the description of her walking around the office in her bunny slippers, I got the impression this was intended to be a bit hysterical, but I only found it depressing. And completely understandable.

I considered quitting the book several times, but I wanted to power through if for no other reason than a small curiosity about how Sophie ends up. Had I known the answer to this, I would have stopped reading immediately. Within a year of her husband's death, [spoiler alert] Sophie has discovered her life's passion (baking), opened her own bakery, turned a troubled teen's life around, and been proposed to by her handsome actor boyfriend. I mean, really? Total crock of chick-lit shit.

For realistic, profound reflections on life as a widow, read this instead. It actually makes you think, and cherish the people you love, rather than just causing you to crave a cupcake.