I’m sorry to say that I find this book deadly boring. I’m not the least bit interested in the theater world and actors and their affairs. There’s nothing going on! And the husband, Joe, is a fool to endorse the retelling of Lara’s story of her relationship with Duke to their three daughters! What a wimp (Joe)!
I’m almost finished with the book, and it has been a grinding chore from page one. Maybe something will happen in the last couple of chapters? So far, there have been no insightful or philosophical observations, nothing to redeem its insipidity. Give me Geraldine Brooks or C. J. Sansom! Or non-fiction writers like Eric Larson, Ross King, or David McCullough.