I finished reading this book after being told about it last summer (I saw first mention of it here at MouthShut from member Brimshade). It’s pretty awful, despite the earlier reviewer’s enthusiasm. The story: A married woman has an affair with a married man, and the entire novel is spent with the narrator telling how beautiful, perfect, and full of mother’s milk the woman (Lily Soto) is. And how unpleasant but sexy the man is. She is kind of worried about her children, but they are apparently prodigies (they can do and say such remarkable things at ages 2 and 4! They’re totally non-believable!). Soto goes through the book in a self-righteous haze. I had the assignment to read the book or I’d have put it down very early. This story isn’t written like a romance, and it is so full of itself that it doesn’t read like literature either. It’s a waste of the paper it was printed on.