After Annie, by Anna Quindlen

"L" and I both tried to get thru this book.

I got to page 50, then skimmed to 83. 

L was a little further along. We both stopped.

It begins with the mom (Annie) of 4 kids, ages 6 to 15, collapsing in her kitchen, she died of an aneurysm. Annie's lifelong bestie (Annemarie) experiences a different kind of grief than the now-widower/now-single dad of four (Bill Brown). The only daughter, Ali Brown, 13, grows up in an instant.

The hype for this book was "family, forgiveness, working through grief". 

We both like Quindlen's writing - just not this book. 

We stopped reading; it hit too many soft nerves.