I picked up this book randomly from the library shelf. I knew nothing about it or its author before I started reading. It is a bit different then what I would normally read, which is one of the benefits of randomly picking up a book. The book starts with the main character in a car wreck which starts bringing back memories from her childhood. The book is told from three different perspectives, the present, her father, and a journalist. The reader is introduced to her past before the main character even is. In one way this was a great way to structure the story. It allowed for more detail into her childhood. In another way, it was not as satisfying. It was very easy to figure out what was going on, and the ending of the book was not a surprise in any way.

The writing was good. The book flowed well, was edited well, and the main characters were well defined. The side characters were a little bit generic, but they also do not feature in the book as often. I cannot figure out why the viewpoint of the journalist was included. It was over the top, served little point to the narration, and was a horrible stereotype. Religion was portrayed as evil in this book, and men were not portrayed in a very good light either. The premise was interesting and worth reading, however, I think it had the potential to be better.