416 pages
Can we ever truly know the people with whom we share our
lives? Moriarty chases this question in
this fascinating page turner.
The Amazon
summary:
“ Liane Moriarty is probably doomed to
be forever labeled a writer of “chick lit.” But despite its dopey name, her new
novel, The Husband’s Secret, is
better described as a comedy of manners and one with a serious undertone. As in
her previous books, most successfully What
Alice Forgot, Moriarty here wittily and observantly chronicles the life
of middle aged, middle class Australian women, suburbanites who grapple with
prosaic issues like marital fidelity and torturous ones like moral guilt and
responsibility. You can’t help but laugh along with the small
observations--“And there was poor little Rob, a teenage boy clumsily trying to
make everything right, all false smiles and cheery lies. No wonder he became a
real estate agent.” But it’s the big ones--Can good people do very, very bad
things, and what, exactly, are we responsible for, and for how long?--that will
make you think. This is a deceptively rich novel that transcends its era and
place at the same time that it celebrates same.” --Sara Nelson
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