I generally like Elizabeth Berg’s novels. She is good at creating very real and honest, believable characters. She often delves specifically into women’s issues, all things I love.

However, in Until the Real Thing Comes Along, I just didn’t really like Patty, the main character, very much. I liked Ethan, her gay best friend much better.

It is the story of a woman in her late 30’s, obsessively longing for a baby, a husband, and a home. By the end, she gets two out of three, and somehow this is enough.

I liked the book, but didn’t love it. Still, I’m sure it’s not the last novel by Elizabeth Berg that I will read, as this is definately not the best example of her writing.