This was a book given to my by my friend Pam who I think was a bit ambivalent about it. I liked it. It was quirky. And I generally find quirky, odd books completely believable. Or maybe I like books that have a bit of magic realism in them.
On the day of her father's funeral, 17-year-old Arlyn Singer decides the first man who walks down the street will be her one love. Enter the distant John Moody, an unlikely candidate. The story follows the characters' resignation--their adjustment to a bad marriage, Arlyn's conclusion of a love affair, and her acceptance of her own death.
All in all, I really enjoy Alice Hoffman as a writer. I had a hard time putting it down.