This was a pretty good book. That being said, there was nothing truly remarkable about it. Yes, it made me cry, but given the subject matter, that was sort of a given. If it hadn’t made me cry, I probably would have worried.
It isn’t bad or poorly written. It’s very easy to read, so the problem isn’t that it’s hard to follow. It’s also pretty realistic. The problem is that in order for me to think of a book as being truly great, it needs to grab me. It needs to make something deep in me shift in some way. This didn’t. It had nothing truly extraordinary about it.
I wanted to love it. I really did, but it just wasn’t that great. To me, when a book doesn’t really inspire you in some way or leave you feeling like something about your world has been changed, then I end up feeling like I’ve wasted my time.