Written in epistolary fashion – the entire book is letters and emails, and what do we do in letters but reflect? So it reads like a series of monologues, with a paucity of action. The protagonist is self centered, sort of rude, critical of herself and others, and you do cry at the very end when you find out why. That means the tone level of the book ranges from critical down to grief. This is not entertaining reading, as I don’t like spending so many hours hearing relentless inner dialogue and criticism. Based on the popularity of the book I’m in a definite minority, but I think I’m happier than most people!