Monica's Story is a collection of refrigerator-magnet cliches strung together over 280 pages, until you want to scream if she says, "I love the little boy in him," one more time. Grab a few of her dippy observations at random--"I cried myself to sleep," "I saw him as a man, not as the President," "He promised me he would [fill in the blank]"--add bathos, and you have a typical paragraph. Repeat three times, and you have a page. Spritz with psychobabble and enough self-improvement rhetoric to fuel a Weight Watchers convention, and you have a "Book Event," a postmodern creation that...
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