I should have been reading books from my Cybils Shortlist Challenge but instead I was reading stuff that’s been on my TBR list for awhile and finally arrived at the library for pick up. I’m glad I ditched my challenge in favor of The Book That Matters Most. (Even if I can’t figure out which book I’d choose. Which would you choose?)
This one was TOUGH in places because KIDS. Parenting (barely) adult kids who are struggling is TOUGH. Been there, done that, probably still doing it because KIDS, man. KIDS.
And then there was the ending. I saw it coming. Couldn’t believe it. Still can’t quite believe it. Pretty much hated it. (It’s been awhile since I said I hated the ending of a book, hasn’t it? Huh.)