The Red Book, by Deborah Copaken Kogan
As the purpose of this blog is not to be overly negative about any book- this entry will be brief. The Red Book, by Deborah Copaken Kogan begins with an interesting and compelling premise: four college friends reunite and come to terms with the realities of their life over a Harvard reunion weekend.
Unfortunately, for me, that’s about where the interest leaves off. While obviously penned by a competent and eloquent (perhaps at time overly-so, if that’s a thing) writer, the story falls completely flat. By the close of the book each woman, while having a “totally different” life, faces the same exact set of problems (and not terribly original ones at that): money and infidelity. And, as one can gather from my previous review of Restoration, by Olaf Olafsson, I’ve already grown weary of infidelity as a plot point.
Suffice it to say I could go on, but I feel no need to. As the old adage goes, “If you don’t have anything nice to say….” Although I will say from the reviews I’ve seen Kogan’s other effort, Shutterbabe, a book based on her experiences as a photojournalist, seems to be better worth your time.
Note: I received this book as a giveaway from Shelfawareness