My mother gave me this book after she finished it. I read it in August 2007 and now I'm clearing out my closet. I though the book was okay but remember thinking that the ending was a bit too easy; there wasn't enough foreshadowing to indicate that she would be successful at what she attempted.

From the back:

Thirty-six-year-old Sophie Stanton desperately wants to be a good widow--a graceful, composed, Jackie Kennedy kind of widow. Alas, she is more of the Jack Daniels kind. Self-medicating with ice cream for breakfast, breaking down at the supermarket, and showing up to work in her bathrobe and bunny slippers--soon she's not only lost her husband, but her job, house...and waistline.

With humor and chutzpah Sophie leaves town, determined to reinvent her life. But starting over has its hurdles; soon she's involved with a thirteen-year-old who has a fascination with fire, and a handsome actor who inspires a range of feelings she can't cope with--yet.

RELEASE NOTES:

Plan to drop this off when I'm in the area, along with several other books.