Meh. This book did not live up to the awesome first chapter. The dialogue was awkward, the hero was almost a caricature with how perfect he was (art history major, took private cooking classes in Spain, says all the right things about spirituality, is great with babies, always perfectly understanding of the heroine's feelings, etc., etc., etc.), and there was way too much preachy psychoanalysis going on. And not to make light of the heroine's problems, but I thought the main conflict didn't warrant that much angst. Even the sex got boring. I have a high tolerance for sexual WTFery in romance, but I draw the line at flu-sex.