finished reading...

I wanted to love this book. But I didn't. Let me set it up: Violet is a former television writer married to a music mogul that now is a stay-at-home mom to a daughter, Dot. She lives a life of privilege and fame, mostly because of David's music career. She is unhappy. The second main character is David's sister, Sally, who at thirty is desperate for what Violet has. Both women manipulate situations to get what they want and neither is any happier for it. I have to say I didn't connect with either main character. And some of the action is over-the-top. What kept me reading is the witty writing. Maybe it's satire and I just don't get it?

From the publisher:
Violet Parry is living the quintessential life of luxury in the Hollywood Hills with David, her rock-and-roll manager husband, and her darling toddler, Dot. She has the perfect life—except that she's deeply unhappy. David expects the world of Violet but gives little of himself in return. When she meets Teddy, a roguish small-time bass player, Violet comes alive, and soon she's risking everything for the chance to find herself again. Also in the picture are David's hilariously high-strung sister, Sally, on the prowl for a successful husband, and Jeremy, the ESPN sportscaster savant who falls into her trap. For all their recklessness, Violet and Sally will discover that David and Jeremy have a few surprises of their own.

1 comment:

The Gal Herself said...

Funny is the most personal thing. You either get something or you don't. Maybe this sounds like a weird thing to say, but satire can be fragile.