Cathy Turner

I tried, I really did, to like this book. With a tragedy at its core and a man walking backwards to distract him from grief, I thought perhaps the story would take flight eventually. Sadly though, after 70 pages of numbing boredom, I felt finally compelled to admit defeat. Cars are of no interest to me and there was not enough of a promise that the main character's journey would ever reach resolution to persuade me to continue. It was not for me. Life is too short to read about cars.