librarysue 's review for:

Mrs. Fletcher by Tom Perrotta

2.0

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Oh dear. A group of self-absorbed but hardly self-aware characters behaving badly. Was there a likeable one in the bunch? (Come to think of it, isn't that what I said after reading "Little Children?" And also after "The Leftovers"? Perhaps there's a pattern here.) Divorced mother Eve and her 18 year old son Brendan both manage to indulge in some stunningly cringe-worthy behaviors and by book's end I was thoroughly creeped out. Perrotta is a glib, accomplished writer so the pages fly by, but this was not a rewarding read. Sorry.