I really thought I would like this book. I expected to like this book. Why didn’t I?
The main reason was I didn’t know what the heck was going on for about 85% of it. Mol/Molly clearly is flawed. She has two precious children, Viv who is 4 years old and Ben who is a baby. Ms. Phillips simply wore me out with the lactating references in almost every short chapter. I didn’t see the need. Okay, you have a baby, who is walking BTW, and you’re a proponent of breastfeeding. Hip, hip, hooray for you.
The first 15% of the book was good. After that, it simply fell to pieces. I felt absolutely no kinship or affection for any of the characters, largely because they were never really developed. And the ending, Ugh!! I have whiplash it ended so abruptly. So, the question remained in my mind was Molly simply insane, was she dead, were the children dead, did the elusive husband, David even exist. I never figured it out. Big letdown.
I do, however, want to thank Netgalley and Simon & Schuster for the opportunity to read this book in exchange for my honest opinion.