I bought this because I wanted to read something funny and also get a good idea about what ‘chick lit’ is. I read the book description on the back, and it sure seemed funny as hell. A husband who was a hypochrondriac and had no interest in sex, and a wife who was a journalist and had to interview women who had an affair purely for the sex. Sounds promising, right?Nope.The book desciption claims that this story will have you ‘howling with laughter’ (I never even cracked a smile while reading this). Well, I don’t know which dogs they read it to, but I certainly wasn’t laughing when Anna’s husband was holding his privates, writhing in pain on the bathroom floor, calling his wife a dumb bitch. I also didn’t like the mention of the new moms club that thought it was terrible to breastfeed your baby and only wanted to feed their newborns dehydrated vegetables. In what universe is this crap considered funny? Humor can exist with people having at least minimal respect for each other. All ‘humor’ aside, at first I appreciated how the author had very short scenes. It was a great idea for a reader like me who had a short attention span. But that combined with her detachment to her characters prevented me from forming any type of understanding or bond with them. And really, what is a novel without an emotional foundation to cling to? Sex can be great to write about. Irreverence can be fun to read, if done correctly. This book wasn’t. I congratulated myself for getting to Chapter 2, but that’s as far as I’ll get with this one.
I debated giving this three stars. I honestly went back and forth while reading this between really liking it and kind of hating it. It might have earned three stars if not for the completely ridiculous notion of the main character falling in "love" with a man she barely knows and spends one night spilling her guts to and then having sex with. To the point that when she returns home and realizes that her husband has found out about her affairs, even though she still loves her husband, her respon
