Apologies for a rather harsh adjective. Admittedly, I am not a chick-lit fan however I do enjoy such books now & then as I find them relaxing; and sometimes one comes along that is actually light but entertaining. Not this one. And please note, it is NOT A THRILLER as wrongly indicated in older copies. I am not even sure it could be defined as "chick-lit" either, it shall be up to the reader to decide.
The opening story: one moment, one morning, on a commuter train from Brighton to London, a man drops dead (first chapter). The lives of three passengers on the same train will forever be altered after that. The author explores various themes, mainly coping with the loss of a loved one. Sad subject, certainly; and strong feelings of bereavement and sorrow permeate, understandably, the lives of those involved.
However a flat and rather repetitive narrative fails to fully deliver. Even what could have been an engaging, uplifting description of a nice friendship between three women (main characters) who try to support each other in times of need, is unconvincing. Hence, while sympathizing with a very depressing situation, I could not empathize with the characters, most of them such... clichés. This is accentuated by a "goody-goody" feel throughout the book, quite unrealistic I thought, rendering the characters quite artificial, boring.
The subject of losing a loved one is probably one of the toughest to write about, even in a made-up story; as mentioned above, it is not the only theme explored, but it is certainly the central one. Despite the effort by the author -and I realise my comment will clash with the reviews published so far- I think that this book fails to impact: it has all the right ingredients wrongly mixed. Sorry.