I read most of several women’s fiction over the last few months and they were all good. I usually skim some of the inner monologue, especially in the beginning of these type novels, if it becomes tedious.
Spring Fever by Mary Kay Andrews was the best--an engaging portrayal of a divorced couple still working in the same company. I enjoyed the fresh mystery plot involving the business and the novelty of a flawed male hero.
Where We Belong by Emily Giffin, an insightful look at the long term path of adoption. The point of views of both the mother and the now 18-year-old child she gave up for adoption rang true to me.
Jennifer Weiner’s The Next Best Thing was a fresh plot and I have to admire the author’s courage in her choice of a paraplegic as the hero. She didn’t shy away from the reality of the situation in the couple’s private life, either.
I stayed engaged in The Shoemaker’s Wife by Adriana Trigiani, a historical fiction, despite its length. The details of the Italian countryside, pre-WWI New York—both the grimness of a laborer’s life and the texture of the opera culture, as well as the northern frontier created a nice read.