Genova went completely round the bend with this one. Most of the book is trashy chick lit. And the end is just cheesy. I mean one big cheese puff. We find out that the 'ghost' of Anthony(the autistic boy) has been telling the aspiring novelist what to put in her book so that it will be about him. And everyone is so flabbergasted and blown away that she knew all this stuff about Anthony, because she never met him. Tender? GAG! The only redeeming thing that bumped it up to two stars was that it gave me some understanding of how isolating it can be to be the mother of a severely autistic child.