I loved the first half of this book, hence the two stars. Based on Lysistrata, the book opens with a mysterious spell taking over the women of a suburban town, forcing them to not want sex whatsoever. For a modern spin on a classic, I was intrigued to see where this would go. "What potential!" I thought. "I like the nods to theme without excessive allegory. This could be great."
Halfway through, the parallels get sickeningly and unoriginally obvious, the plot breaks down, the author resorts to ridiculous methods to get characters out of the way for others to star, and the ending is one of the lamest I've encountered. On top of that, the final overt jabs at "comfortable" married life are unnecessary and pedantic.
Take my advice and skip this one. Or at least skip the second half.