Monday, November 26, 2018

Mrs.

Mrs. by Caitlin Macy        341 pages --- read 150 before I gave up

"Macy has written a modern-day House Of Mirth, not for the age of railroads and steel but of hedge funds and overnight fortunes, of scorched-earth successes and abiding moral failures. A brilliant portrait of love, betrayal, fate and chance, Mrs marries razor-sharp social critique and page-turning propulsion into an unforgettable tapestry of the way we live in the 21st Century."  (per Goodreads summary)

Our main character is Phillippa Lye, a tall and elegant woman who seems to be the one person everyone can't stop discussing. She's married a man who is part of the last family-held investment bank in New York City (read this as "they have loads of money"). While her life seems balanced, when she meets Gwen Hogan (and actually, meets her again, as it turns out they went to school together) and Minnie Curtis, things start to come unraveled. Because Philippa has a past (of course she does) that may be connected to a criminal investigation.

I had put this book on hold and I'm assuming I did that because I read a review that made this book sound good. It wasn't. I gave up after 150 pages because I was bored. Rich ladies gossiping about other rich ladies, a wife who is rags to riches, a husband who is an investment banker (but wait, is he up to something shady?) . . .  after a while, I just didn't care.  I contemplated skipping to the end to find out what happened but ultimately didn't care enough to do even that. I'm hoping the next book I pick up is better than this one was.  




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