I generally like Penny Vincenzi for a good family saga, beach read. But this one made me so angry I couldn't even finish it. Upper class Eliza becomes a fashion editor and marries working class Matt. As their marriage goes through struggles, Eliza must decide if its worth it to go to work, and fights for her daughter and her family home in a bitter divorce.
Eliza wants to go to work, and Vincenzi clearly intends us all to agree with her awful husband, who is the "no wife of mine will work for a living" type. You can definitely have a story about a conflicted working woman. And certainly, if you're writing a period piece, you can reflect then-standard mores and customs. But she just takes it way to far along the lines of "Of course she was upset, she was terrible mother, leaving her along one day a week..." seriously? But when Vincenzi starts justifying domestic abuse, it's insane.