A man is terribly ill, terminal, down to his last days. Then his wife has a car accident and dies and he makes a mysterious recovery. After weeks of rehab, he collects his children and heads to his wife’s beach house for the summer.
It is a cheesy book, certainly not the style of book expected from Baldacci. It’s well written and not a bad plot, and I think a lot of readers would really enjoy it. I didn’t hate it, but found it a bit schmaltzy for my liking.
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