
I was hoping that Searching For Tina Turner would at least be an entertaining read but it didn't deliver. The first problem is that it reads like two Terry McMillan novels combined: Waiting to Exhale meets How Stella Got Her Groove Back. Unoriginality is just a turnoff. Another issue was the lengthy portion about the main character's time in France that read more like a travel guide than narrative or prose. Luckett was descriptive to a fault about the sites and naming every single rue to which the characters ventured. Characterization was weak. The two adult children seemed to almost serve no purpose other than to hang around whining. Meanwhile, the focus on race and class was trivial and stereotypical. At only 299 pages, this novel is too long and seems to be written for a very limited audience of which I never could identify. Searching For Tina Turner left me searching for why I read this book.
