OK what did I miss. I have read all the glowing reviews of The Mermaid Chair and I guess I was reading a different book. You have a woman who engages in a romance with a priest and visa versa and they couldn’t get enough conflict just in that to write a book they had to throw in daddy dying, mother being nuts and a weird conglomeration of friends that really wasn’t necessary, the weird not the
friends. Then the author throws in some mystical nonsense about a magical chair.
You would have thought the two lovers had just sat down for tea instead of engaging in a affair for all the lack of soul searching – I mean really – if you were a priest don’t you think you would have hesitated maybe just a little bit? And the contrivance around daddy’s pipe – for heaven’s sake they let this person think it ...