This book has been sitting on my shelf for some time now. I don't recall how I got ahold of it, but that's not really relevant. I decided that since it was on my shelf and I needed to read something light before bed, this would do the trick and I could get rid of it. Win-win situation, right?Wrong.This book is nothing short of emotional pornography, the sort of book made to make little old ladies cry and teenage girls daydream. I couldn't feel any sort of empathy for these characters. Don't get me wrong; I've been through the death of close family, but I've never experienced these feelings. I've always felt that death, especially from cancer, is a painful thing, but it's also a part of life. Logically, you want the dying person to not suffer as much as possible, so you hope they pass on as soon as possible before it gets too painful.The religious overtones really got me. I understand that a lot of people find God when a loved one dies, but I really don't need to read every painstaking detail.The characters were unbelievable. They were mostly abstract archetypes, so transparent they almost appeared to be ghosts.To make a long story short, don't read this if you don't understand human behavior and don't like to hear about God's plan every other paragraph.