The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel

Pathos just doesn't do it for me. I started this book a couple of months ago, abandoned it after 40 pages because of its depressing lack of humanity, then picked it up again today because (almost) everything deserves a second chance. I finished it, but I'm not sure I'd encourage anyone else to. It's just... bleak. I know the author tries to paint in some redemption, some self-discovery, but it falls flat.

(Aside: romanticizing life in a third-world country doesn't do it for me either.)