Unreliable

Book reviews, and recommendations, are such personal things. I just read one of the books that has been languishing on our shelves (and it has the word languishing in it. a lot.). A Reliable Wife had received lots of great reviews and the back cover quotes hooked me. I think it had been recommended by a friend or two as well. While I am not about to sing its praises, I am happy to pass this one on if anyone wants to read it.  And you can keep it. Yes, it was a compelling story, and the author's descriptive writing and creation of worlds was quite good. I got tired of some one-note characters and the endless money supply, and trying to buy people's allegiance, grew old too. This would be a good book group read and I would enjoy talking about the depression of an endless winter or the relationship of money and happiness or the nature of enduring relationships . . . but I just kept thinking the writer needs to work something out in his own relationships. The incessant thoughts of sex - positive or negative - just made me wonder what the author was working through. I know that others don't always love the books I do . . . and if you are interested in this one, may you enjoy it more than I did. When I race to the end not to find out what happens, but just to finish the thing, I know it's not a keeper.