This book follows the journey of one of four sisters, Joy, who struggles with infertility. Before I started this book I read a review from someone who said that she was disappointed because it didn’t seem as if the author knew much about infertility. I decided to give the book a chance, because sometimes reviewers get a little sensitive about little inconsistencies or mistakes, and I can mostly overlook little mistakes in books.
But the reviewer was right. If the author was going to write a book about a character struggling with infertility, she should have put a little more research into it and made sure she got her facts right. These weren’t little mistakes, they were big mistakes – about how infertility diagnoses and treatment works, about monitoring your basal body temperature. There were a lot of mistakes. It was pretty obvious that the author didn’t even do basic research on the treatments she wrote about.
I was also disappointed in the story. It had so much potential to really turn out well and address some deep issues associated with infertility, but it seemed to skim over the lessons that should have been learned. I was disappointed that though the main character took a trip to China, the thought of adopting wasn’t even considered.
On top of that, the first few chapters of the book completely turned me off on the main character. She comes across as a brat to me – demanding her own way, demanding a baby. And there was no real character development along the way. Seitz lost me when the main character smashed a plate in an argument with her husband and didn’t even apologize for it later, even though her husband acted like a saint.
The main character was also supposed to be Type A, but I think it’s safe to say that the author is not. The descriptions of the character’s personality were inconsistent. On the one had she’s supposed to be Type A, but on the other hand the character knows nothing about what to expect of trying to conceive, fertility treatment, or labor? A true Type A person would have researched each of those subjects thoroughly, and would have known everything already just through reading, before doctors or others had a chance to tell her – trust me, I know.
Overall, it was just disappointing, so much so that I felt the need to write a review. I had high hopes, but throughout the book I just kept finding myself annoyed at the mistakes, and thinking about how I would have written the book differently. This book might be alright to someone who hasn’t struggled with infertility and has no real desire to have a deeper understanding of infertility. But for those of use who have struggled with it, this book falls far short.