Overall, I didn’t connect with any of the characters, finding them one dimensional. While I appreciated Mary Lou Gediman‘s down-to-earth banter between Maggie and Pontiac, it wasn’t anything special. The more you read, the more you find things cliched; and I read a lot. However, there were more cliches in this book than I was prepared for. At the beginning, two adults in their 60s finding true love and marrying was endearing. But then the story becomes flooded with loose ties to the number 7, simple alpha-numeric puzzles, and character slippage (one character’s attributes bleeding into another). Additionally, I felt that Abbie was written as a late 20s or 30-ish woman at the beginning but later slipped into the behavior of a snotty 15-year-old, perhaps for the convenience of conflict.