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The other day on my Facebook group wall, I said there was only one other book I could think of that makes me cry like a baby each time I read it.
I’m trying to think of a really sad book. And I can’t even come up with anything. Even though someone once said all great literature is sad/depressing.
Since you’d never guess anyway, that book for me is The Saving Graces by Patricia Gaffney. It’s not a book with high critical acclaim (the Amazon review calls it “formulaic,” although I disagree). I believe most of Gaffney’s other books are the kind of romance novel I don’t read. (You know. Lots of bosoms and dashing gentlemen, whether they’re historical or present-day.)
My best friend Michelle and I had just come down from a woman-friendship high after reading The Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood. She recommended this one to me, and I devoured it.
It’s no Divine Secrets. It is the story of four women in DC, their lives and friendships and marriages and lack thereof. A single working woman, a married woman, an infertile married woman, and a divorced breast cancer survivor bond together and live life.
Those simple characters are real enough to send me into a sobbing mess about two-thirds of the way through the book. And thus, it earns a place on my favorites list.
(Sorry this is so late and somewhat cut off. I have felt awful today and about mid-day realized it was a nasty case of mastitis. UGH.)