But what happens when you get home only to find your mother, with one leg in a cast, comfortable as a bug in a rug with a boy. Well, at least that’s how it seems to you. For God’s sake, the boy must be barely your age! And oh so hot! Er… But that doesn’t matter. Or does it?
A light-hearted read that takes an interesting look at what is socially “right” and “wrong”, especially for women in a particular situation.
What do you do if your husband’s cheating on you? Are you obliged to make it work for the kids or can you walk away without a damn for the consequences? And are you allowed to respond to attention from other men? Does an almost-on-the-rocks marriage make that OK or do your vows still count? And more importantly, by whose standards do you judge your desires? Does being a widow and a grandmother mean you can’t fall in love again? Or does it only apply if the man you’re in love with is as old as your daughter? Who is a “fallen woman”?
The book’s surprisingly good for a re-read. I’d give it a 4.