This book must have arrived in my post office box by mistake….I don’t remember ordering it, the subject matter is all wrong….but it’s a wonderfully funny (even laugh out loud) page turning short read… a novel about the queasy inner & rigid outer lives of young mothers (like the first awkward moments when they realize how much time they will be spending with their children inside the fenced playground)… and the ephiphany of one who begins to insist to herself that men (as in husbands) slowly “murder” their wives.