This book actually offended the hell out of me. Imagine a novel 50 years ago positing that only a husband makes a woman whole. This one suggests that all any woman ever really wants—even a successful Manhattan artist—is to be a mother. After she upends her whole life for the man she loves, she just gives him up for motherhood? A complete, undeniable crock. Even the author admits she had a tough time with writing this. Her better instincts should have prevailed.
