A different read that the whole way through you're reading diary entries from a husband and wife. In the first half, I found this book a bit meh. But I'm glad I kept going, as you do invest in the characters and you want to keep rooting for them.
I thought the way this is presented as a series of letters written to themselves by the two main characters would start out as a interesting device but become quite tedious fairly quickly but to my surprise it actually works right to the end.
I don't even know where to begin with this book, I thought it was horrible. The characters were awful people, neither of them had a single redeeming quality. In a book about infertility, I'm sure you are supposed to root for the characters to get pregnant, but I found myself eternally grateful that they couldn't reproduce. There was absolutely no love between them, they were horrible to each other. The storyline was lame, and pretty predictable, the whole secret movie thing was ridiculous given that they were moving in the same circles. Sam in particular was unlikeable and unbelievable, no man who cared about his wife would think the way he did, about nothing but his sperm, he seemed to have zero concerns for his wife at all. Speaking of Lucy, she just had nothing to her. She wasn't likeable, she wasn't interesting, there wasn't enough pain in her for me to feel sorry for her. I really can't think of anything redeeming about this book. I just found it slightly offensive and ridiculous, and not a lot else. Thank god its over!
A topic I have experienced first hand and despite there being elements of the story each are clearly there for dramatic effect, the underlying story was spot on for me.