The Perfect Mistress is, in a word...perfect.
A perfect storm.
Told in an expressive and highly fluid style which works brilliantly at showcasing both the authoress's unmatched flair for drama and compulsively readable, if not always likable characters. This book is one that will both repell readers with its honest portrayal of infidelity, while attracting them with its exquisite scene setting, character interaction, and plot execution.
For her part. It seems that the only real crime that leading lady, Lauren Robinson has ever committed is that of having parents who choose, with disastrous results, to make their daughter a scapegoat for their failings.
Lauren has no idea that a simple game of peekaboo at age seven, will land her in the middle of one of her father's seemingly never ending clandestine trysts. Starting her on a path of 'lying for Daddy'. Which leaves her racked with guilt, unable to trust, and works to drive a wedge so great between Lauren and her mother, that she is left essentially parentless for the majority of the read.
As with most cases of a cheating spouse. All of the supposed secrecy on the part of Lauren's father is truly for naught. Lauren's mother may be a fully entrenched ostrich of a woman. But unaware, she is not.
Presiding as 'La Grande Dame' over the affluence and propriety that her husband's flourishing law career provides. While begrudgingly doing her best 'Stand By Your Man' a la Tammy Wynette impression, definitely makes for tough times in the life of Joyce Robinson. Which is why the ease with which she lays both her and her husband's guilt for all that happens, and the tragedy that results, at the feet of her child is utterly appalling.
Is it any wonder that Lauren's father's behaviors follow her into adulthood. Right along with her mother's distain and blame. Surprisingly enough, there is one person who seems to make it through life at the Robinson's virtually unscathed and blameless. Lauren's older brother, Julian. Who manages to manages to accomplish the impossible through a concerted effort of invisibility and leaving home as quickly as possible.
Leaving Lauren, in all of her extramarital glory, holding yet another bag. This one being her now dying, elderly mother.
This is about the time when the cursing starts on the part of readers. There have been no lessons learned on either side, and the plot starts to suffer from a rather irritating case of 'Groundhog Day' syndrome. (As in the movie where everything repeats.) With the exception of a rather bittersweet happily... for Lauren.
This book is that winning combination of truth and fiction that keeps readers coming back. Those tales that shed light on those hidden facets of human existence. That serve to build us, destroy us, shape, and deconstruct us. Making us both who we are, and for better or worse, who we will become.