Gaby Summerhill lost her husband three years ago. I listened to the audio version of this book. The Christmas Wedding is by James Patterson. What three men would come to a wedding and stand there waiting to see which one she would pick for her husband. Don't waste your money buying this pitiful excuse for a book. She is upset when she finds her 13 year old grandson with some weed and yet she has him warm brandy up for her. Really? And she is portrayed as being such a giving, kindhearted woman who provides oatmeal to homeless people in her barn and yet she herself is indulging in gourmet meals and wines. She is such an egotistical bitch that she doesn't even want her own grandchildren to call her grandma but wants them to call her by her first name. None of these people wanted to share Christmas with their own families? There is not even any mention of any special presents or treats being given to the grandchildren of Gaby for Christmas. Gaby is so self centered that she has 150 people join her for a Christmas eve dinner and even more for a Christmas day wedding so everyone can honor her and pay homage to her. There is nothing about Christmas in this book other than the fact that the wedding takes place on Christmas. The main character Gaby is a self centered bitch who thinks the world revolves around her. If there was an option of 0 stars for this book, that is what I would have given it.
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