A good but frustrating read, ultimately disappointing. It left me with too many questions, and, in the end, not caring about either the husband or the wife, much less about the rest of the book's cast. Why does she stay with this alcoholic husband, so jaded that the only way he can get excited is by watching her with other guys, scenes that are, I admit, hot but soon become repetitive, as do his perennial divided feelings and desires about it. To be sure, there are no better men around her, just a small set of central casting studs to perform with for her husband's thrill. Her mysteries remain--who is she? what does she honestly feel about anything or anyone? The mysteries are never resolved, nor even truly explored. Ditto, regarding her bestie friend, a fascinating character, a Mephistopheles more interesting than the husband or wife, who, fundamentally, are passive, puppets for the bestie. Another thing that doesn't happen is that he never changes, such as by hitting a wall where he says to himself, "I've seen this movie before. I'm tired of it and her." She never changes, too. Probably, I'm expecting too much from the book. Still, it would have been great if a few of those expectations had been satisfied.