What a sappy title! With a different title, I’d have liked Dear Stranger, Dearest Friend a lot more. Also, with a few odd internet friendship stories tossed in as background, it would have been more realistic.
Yes, you can find amazing friends and wonderful support online when you’ve been diagnosed with breast cancer. But with every wonderful online support group comes a nutcase or two. That is reality. Granted this story stuck to the email correspondence between two women and in 2000 when it was written, I suppose that makes some sense – though to never read your bulletin board list again, well that seems inaccurate. Anyway. I liked it well enough. It wasn’t too mushy. There was the predictable happy but sad ending. And some gripes about the idea of preventing breast cancer when obviously we’re just suppose to want to cure it, (which is my very own pet peeve.)
Looking for a breast cancer feel ok chick lit novel, then this will do.
You know, when I was looking for books about breast cancer last year I kind of had a hard time finding fiction. It was only through a recommendation in a comment that I found this one. I had a few issues with how the friendship evolved – same ones you did. And I agree – bad title.