*This review contains spoilers*
I love Joy Fielding's books for the intelligent writing, clever plots, and interesting and identifiable characters. This is my second reading of this particular book and I found it annoyed me more than it did on my first reading, many years ago. Jill is a bright, attractive, personable, interesting, mature woman with a great career, yet she becomes totally passive and is willing to give up everything - her job, her travels, her dreams of a family - in order to hold on to her new husband, the successful and amoral David. And no - Jill didn't "steal" him from his first wife. No one can break up a happy marriage and adults cannot be stolen unless they are in a state of bondage.
To make David happy, she takes a job she hates because David wants her home every evening like a good little wife - even though he's seldom there - and she spends way too much time worrying if she's thin enough, pretty enough, or interesting enough to keep the prize that is David. Even when she finds out he's cheating on her, she allows it to continue much longer than she should have, and is constantly apologizing to him! She's turned herself into a weak, pathetic doormat to keep a man who is not worth it.
And then we have a secondary plot, which is the wife of David's boss murdering her husband. We're supposed to feel sorry for a woman who married a man who began abusing her on their wedding night, yet decided to stay with him and tolerate all this horrific abuse for 28 years, and have two kids with this monster. When her husband just can't stand her anymore he beats her badly then informs her he's going to take a nap and will finish her off when he awakens. She has obvious physical signs of abuse. Does she call the police? No. Does she call her children? No. Does she even call a friend, like Jill, to come to pick her up? No. She takes a hammer and beats the husband to death in his bed and we're told this is self-defense. In this, we're expected to view a mature, capable, able-bodied woman of reasonable intelligence in the same category as we would some helpless child victim. Do women want to be seen as pitiful and helpless victims? I certainly don't and I think this bothered me more than anything else.