by Liane Moriarty

“She’d never really believed in it before. Then, as she hit her late thirties, her body said, OK, you don’t believe in PMS? I’ll show you PMS. Get a load of this, bitch. Now, for one day every month, she had to fake everything: her basic humanity, her love for her children, her love for Ed. She’d once been appalled to hear of women claiming PMS as a defense for murder. Now she understood. She could happily murder someone today! In fact, she felt like there should be some sort of recognition for her remarkable strength of character that she didn’t.”

Marvelous, simply marvelous. Dark themes dealt with wittily and very satisfyingly. I wanted to jump for joy for the way some of the plot lines worked out at the end. When a book can make you care that much about the characters it gets 5 stars from me.

April 2, 2015