I’m going to thank my friend Becky for coining the phrase in our private lexicon that describes The Wednesday Letters: “emotional blackmail.” It was well-written as far as the prose went, but the plot was just too much. Too much drama, too much tragedy, too much crying, too many ridiculous coincidences. Too much chicken soup for my soul, and I’m not really even a cynical person. Though I think it’s worth the read for someone who likes that kind of thing. Three stars, Mr. Wright.