Sometimes it is nice to read something that is somewhat fluffy but not to the point it is meaningless. And this would be Eight Hundred Grapes. Georgia was supposed to get married to Ben, but then she saw Ben walking down the street all comfy cozy with another woman. So Georgia runs home to her family's small vineyard, where she finds that everyone has secrets. And in one week everyone reveals them. It seemed very synchronous for it all to happen in one week, which made for a suspension of belief. But for the most part, it was a good book, trying to define what is love, what is home, and what is family. And now, I'm going to go get some wine. I don't care that it's 8:17 in the morning...just kidding.