This is Shapiro's first novel, but it's based very closely on her own experience having an affair with an older, married man. Interestingly, she came back to the story a few years later in her memoir, Slow Motion. I read that first, and so of course I was comparing all the time. The guy is terrible in both books, but for some reason she makes him more physically appealing in the novel than he seems to have been in real life. Also, her friend, the man's stepdaughter, is a much more important character in the novel, which makes explicit some things that are only hinted at in the memoir. I liked this book, better actually than two other novels I read by this author. The writing has spark, and I was eager to keep reading.