Mom blew through Cutting for Stone in a weekend (650 pages!) because she "wanted to get it over with." Whereupon Monday she handed it back to me.
I have absolutely no desire to crack it open.
Maybe I'm dreading the next meeting; definitely the premise of the book is not speaking to me.
Our previous meeting's hostess just sent around a photo of the new baby, prompting a lot of addressees to hit "Reply All" (ugh) and (1) coo over the baby (all right, but really do we all need to hear 20 people say "Congratulations!" to someone else?) and (2) offer some comment about the book. Most recent was a gushing "loved it, can't put it down, may reread before we meet" reply-all.
Mom said it was the perfect comment because then that person could do all the (more than four or five sentences) talking.