There are times when I find myself in need of a book with something pink on its cover. The kind of girlish book you’d expect to have scented pages and a satin ribbon bookmark. In this case, two weeks into February and deep into the monotony of grey, damp days, it’s a trio of pink flowers facing out from a silvery paperback boasting it’s presence on the NY Times Bestsellers list. I don’t know why I torture myself with these inane paperbacks, because they’re awful. They are. Notice my two-star opinion of Jane Green’s Promises to Keep which, by the way, is saved from the single star category because of the delightful addition of various recipes at the conclusion of each chapter.