The Interruption of Everything

I said I wasn't going to do it this year, but I did it anyway: I read, cover to cover, a seriously flawed book. Every plot point, every character, every setting, screamed cliche, cliche, cliche. Yet I kept reading. Why? I never do this. All I can figure is it was the main character's midlife struggles and the family's African American-ness that kept me tuned in to the last page.

The truth is that the whole book was really a bad fictionalized version of Dr. Phil-like advice about menopause and male midlife crisis.