Tidings of Great Joy by Sandra Brown was not so great. This is another of her early romance novels. And perhaps, my least favorite. Boy, can you tell it's early in her career.
Characters are flat. Plot is ridiculous. I struggle to find a redeeming feature. I'll sum it up with this: you can't replace a baby as easily as you can replace a cat. (Some of you may be tempted to read the novel to find out what that means. Trust me, you don't want to know.)
I am still totally fascinated by Brown, however. Her recent work is so completely different from the early stuff that it amazes me. I'd love to talk to her about what factors contributed to her writing "growing up."