To be honest, I was decidedly unenthusiastic about this book. The title made me think of A Million Little Pieces; the cover looked oddly “self-helpy.” For those and a slew of other ill-founded reasons, I planned to let the papers on my desk pile up around it, swallowing the book whole.
Then Leah, who wrote EW’s review of Big Little Lies, stopped by, pointed at it, and said, “This was so good. You have to read it!” And Stephan was like, “Hey, have you read that yet? I put it on your desk a million years ago.” Suddenly, Reese Witherspoon and Nicole Kidman were optioning the rights for a movie—and reading it felt unavoidable.
So I stopped avoiding it and started reading. And then I couldn’t stop reading. A day later, I had finished the whole thing and desperately wished there were more. READ FULL STORY