I'm obviously in the minority - but I didn't care for this book at all. I purchased it for my Kindle because of all the 5-star reviews, and because I was curious about the POV of someone who'd lost a loved one on 9/11. I ended up having to force myself to read "Where You Left Me" all the way through.
Contrary to the reviewers who talk about the deep, honest emotion present in Ms. Trulson's story, she came across to me as being very shallow, and far more concerned with her status amongst her group of high-society friends than someone whose world had been truly rocked by the loss of her husband. There are constant reminders of how well-off her family was (and is), as well as repeated references to her husband's stunning good looks. I can't say I'm very much impressed with him, either - someone who constantly says to his wife, "I'm the best thing that ever happened to you," comes across to me as being an arrogant jerk.
This man was the love of her life? Her soulmate? Someone whose death changed her life forever? That's lovely, considering that she felt compelled to resume dating a mere 9 months after his death. She makes a variety of excuses for that, but none of them ring true. Seems to me that she could no longer stand not being someone's arm candy.
If you're looking for a glimpse into the lives of the rich and privileged, then this is the book for you. But if you're looking for a real window into what happened on 9/11, something that will tug at your heartstrings (although really, there's a lot that seems voyeuristic about that), this isn't it. I came away from the book feeling that if I were to encounter Ms. Trulson anywhere in real life, she wouldn't be someone I'd want to get to know.