“At that moment she felt an imperative need to believe that the stricken beast had a Maker, and her own eyes grew bright, but with blinding tears because of her mighty need to believe, a need that was sharper than physical pain, being born of the pain of the spirit.”
“They were pawns in the ruthless […]

This was the sequel, about John Tradescant’s son, also called John Tradescant.  Again with the not feeling the character very well.  And again, it might be because I couldn’t relate as a woman.  I’m not sure that’s it though, but more that the author didn’t portray it in a way that made me feel anything.  […]

This is about a group of woman.  Five.  Hence the title.  Clever, that.
They all had a story, disturbances, childhood memories, pasts.  It was meant to be a story, I think maybe inspiring, of survival.
But really,  if you wanted to, you could call everyone a survivor.  Everyone has been through something.  Everyone has a past, a […]

When I started reading, I thought it was going to be some great conspiracy theory, but it was an alternate ending of Marilyn’s suicide.  One where she lives and everyone is out to kill her.  The Mafia is trying to frame the President, the CIA is trying to kill the President and the President is […]

Ugh.  This book was tedious. 
It had so many different story lines going on at once that I couldn’t get into any of them.  Two main story lines (two sisters) and then seven thousand side stories and characters that were so unnecessary.
I liked the last hundred pages or so,  but wanted to give up.  It took me ages […]