I am so conflicted about this book. On the one hand, if you are a reader there is much to love here. There are little reviews or comments about books that start each chapter, there are discussions about tastes, there is a subtle (very) point about women's fiction just being fiction. There is even a charm to the writing. I basically read this in one sitting in about two hours.
And yet, the plot - loner meets baby and re-discovers life, is just so predictable and at times feels like emotional manipulation a la Hallmark movie. Honesty, there really isn't that much of a reason for the second half of the book which felt a bit too much in some areas (and this is a book that calls upon a large suspension of disbelief for one very key bit).
But it's not bad. I'm happy I read it, though I almost think it would have worked better as a collection of short stories as opposed to a novel.