Jay Quinn's writing has certainly deteriorated from "Metes and Bounds" (2001) to this book. OK, "Metes" had some flaws, but it didn't blatantly advertise for silly stereotypes such as "husband and wife" or "top and bottom" role-playing in a male2male/gay/whatever you call it longterm partnership and wasn't written like a Rosamunde Pilcher novel (although Ms. Pilcher is certainly a nice lady, but her novels are written for ladies wanting to read a book full of romance and stuff)!