I just don't care

I'm reading this book, the Husband's Secret.  The jacket cover was so compelling!  A woman finds a letter addressed to her from her husband that she is to read in the event of his death...but he's still alive! Somehow, this letter affects not only her, but two other women that she barely knows.  Wow!  What a premise!  I have to read this!

Um, no.

Sadly, these characters are completely unsympathetic.  I don't like the woman who's daughter was murdered 20 years before.  I don't like the woman who's husband has left her because he's fallen in love with her cousin.  I don't mind the woman who found the letter but I don't really care about her either.  The only person I can identify with and feel defensive towards is the daughter-in-law.  She's a career woman who has a wonderful opportunity that will move her and her family from Australia to New York.  Her mother-in-law is angry because she's taking the grandson away.  Sorry, lady, I don't feel sorry for you.

Now I have a dilemma.  I'm more than halfway through this book.  I know what the mysterious letter says and I know who killed the daughter.  Do I finish the book?  This far in, I feel like I should.  But I just don't care.  To top it off, the person reading the book (it's an audio version) has a very thick Australian accent and some of the words she pronounces-- I just can't stand it.  Niver.  Nuh-ooh.  Theengs.  UGH!  One of the daughters has a lisp--she sounds like she's baby-talking on purpose and I REALLY hate that.

Sigh.  I suppose I will finish it.  Maybe I'll be shocked with a twist ending!  Here's hoping!

Comments

J. said…
So how did it end?
6:05 AM
Robin E. Olson said…
Well, it wasn't exactly a twist ending but there was sort of a "if all of this wouldn't have happened, here's how their lives would have turned out" which, I think, made the whole thing worse.
11:49 AM
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