3 out of 5 stars
Lucinda Rosenfelds depiction of friendship is venomous. Main character Wendy and her so-called BFF Daphne have been friends since college. Daphne the beautiful unstable one and Wendy the shoulder to cry on. Flash forward 15 years. Wendy works as a low paid editor for a left wing magazine, she's now married to a slacker husband and is unsuccessfully trying for a baby. Wendy's world comes crashing down when Daphne's life comes together. Within a few months Daphne is married to a handsome rich man, living in a newly renovated brownstone and pregnant.
Initially I sought this book out because of the many great reviews that portrayed this to be an honest , if even dark, account of modern friendship. Dark it is! With friends like these, you certainly don't need enemies. Wendy is pathetic. I often found myself reading on just to see what she'd do next, knowing that at each turn she would dive deeper in the hole she was digging. Eventually, pushing away her slacker husband and ruining her questionable friendship. This book portrays women's relationships that don't pass high school level.
I was hoping to find a book that had a little more depth and insight into the complexities of the female friendship. Instead, I found a book whose characters were shallow, insecure, jealous and often malicious.
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