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342 pages, Paperback
First published May 6, 2014
There’s Loretta, who deals with the lack of intimacy in her marriage by diving into erotic novels. Dorothy, whose ruffian sons are a never-ending source of stress. May entertains the group with her outrageous dating stories, while Mitzi finds something political to rant about in every book—including Loretta’s trashy romances. Even Janet, with her mousy shyness and constant blush, has helped Jean rediscover the joy in life.The members of the book club were good-ole middle class readers with their imperfections happily on display: Cheating husbands, out-of-control sons, misbehaving family members in jail, overbearing, bullying bosses, weight challenges, and culinary adventures. Lots of wines and outrageous wit reign over the Tuesday meetings once a month.
It’s good for all of us,” Dorothy said. “I think it was one of those serendipitous things that came up right at a time when we all needed it. Think about it. Your husband dies right at the same time that mine cheats on me? Right at the same time that May’s got all these date disasters? Right when Mitzi most wants to hear herself talk?” Jean laughed. “And don’t forget. Right at the time Loretta discovers Flavian Munney.”At first I did not like any of the characters. Weak and into serious self pity, woe-is-me Jean, the protagonist just got me hairs kicking stars around on me head. Straight up into heavens the hairs were heading. I was slightly livid with the woman who enjoyed being treated badly by her daughter, son-in-law and granddaughter while Jean tries to convince herself (as well as the reader) to shift the responsibility for a bad situation onto the daughter and her little family. Allow them to verbally kill each other in the blame game, while Jean herself act as the noble, innocent grandmother in mourning for her perfect deceased husband. So in the end, after getting a wake-up call from friends and people involved, she finally gets it. She herself dodged her own responsibilities until it was almost too late. I did not think of her as the savior of souls. I experienced Jean as weak and dependent and trying too hard to be the good person. Her own insecurities worsened the situation.