It was just OK. Rather inoffensive (therefore not memorable). It tried too hard to make pull at the heartstrings, which left me with feelings that felt forced upon.I wanted to see what all the fuss was about with this writer, and now I can sort of understand why people gravitate to Sparks' books. They're like a light home-cooked meal: comforting, easy to get through, don't require much energy to digest. Sometimes it's nice to relax with a book with these quality ingredients, but such a book is not for me and it all comes down to all matter of taste and how much energy a book requires of me as a reader. I like books that make me work for it, but if I'm stuck at an airport during a snowstorm and I lost my book and the only reading material is either a SkyMall magazine or bestsellers on a rack, I would go for a bestseller... after I finish the SkyMall.