I'm a bit harsh on her. After all, she did remember to mention the kid to her friends after a few days of rest and relaxation and sex. And she felt a bit bad about it. But I really don't want to spend another 400 pages inside her head.
My currently-reading shelf on shelfari is almost down to one page! Go me! And I just hit my goal of 20 hours. But I'll read something else for a while, because the Armstrong hit a lot of bad triggers for me. If authors put kids in my junk-food books, then the protagonist should not collude in their mistreatment.