Having read this book as part of a book club reading list I was expecting some substance. I was disappointed.
Whilst well done chick lit can be the ideal accompaniment to a lazy summer holiday this version of the style is over egged and attempts at humour fall well fall of the mark. It is full of superlative heaped on superlative, occasionally puntuated with some well worn cliches.
The subject matter (incest) could have been interesting were in not badly handled and also completely inappropriate to the frivolous style. You feel the author used the subject matter as a shock tactic in order to rescue a dreadful novel.
The characters don't even aspire to one dimension, and certainly don't engender any feelings in the reader (unless you count disbelief).
I really struggled, for the sake of the reading club I belong to, to find any positive aspect of this novel. Unfortunately I couldn't.