This is a silly book about an inane woman having a inane love affair with an inane man. Meg is an American writer married to a Brit, Nigel, and living in France. It's hard to understand why she ever married him because he belittles and patronizes her and doesn't do his share of household work or spend time with their children. Then she goes off and has an affair with an unattractive chainsmoking selfish French photographer. It is all very predictable like a bad romance novel, which is almost the category where this book belongs. On top of it, the writing style gets old. It's a first person narrative in a journal format almost hour by hour or blow by blow, literally. Yeah. A little too graphic on some details. Like Meg cleaning herself in a bidet after having sex with the chainsmoker. You have to really love all things French to appreciate that... It's a quick ready though but only a 3.
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