Contrary to my expectations for a chick lit/romance-y type of book like this one, The Things We Keep presented some surprisingly genuine people and touching moments. Eve's daughter, Clementine, was just delightful, while Anna's story was truly heartbreaking. Early-onset Alzheimer's relentlessly stole her memories, and left her family struggling to find the best answer in a sea of bad choices.
But even Anna and Clem were overwhelmed by the abundance of sappy, eye-rolling moments and stale romance tropes. Add frequently shifting points of view, a confusing timeline to muddle the plot, and lots of sketchy and unbelievable characters, and I almost stopped reading several times along the way. It was disappointing in the end, because this was a good idea that faltered in its execution.