It was hard to put this one down, as it usually is with this author's work. I finished it in -- three days? I'm not sure.
The mark of a great author is when you can hate a character, or a story, but be so desperate to find out what happens anyone. When you become so vested in the writing that you read in spite of yourself - that's when you know it's really good.
I could not identify with the characters, as I have not shared their experience. I cannot pretend to understand the complexities of the situations they were in - but I became emotionally attached regardless.
Specifically the wife in the book - I do not understand her world, where she was coming from, or anything. I have no friends like her and I do not expect to ever become intimate with anyone closely resembling her. I disliked who she was, how whiney, how she knew she was the cause of the problems in their marriage, but turned the blame elsewhere; was almost glad when there was a reason to cast fault to someone else.
She was weak, to me. Both women were.
But, I guess, (sadly), they were real. And that's why I couldn't stop.




