

Messy women are my jam. In fiction, not in real life. Keep your messy behind far away, please and thank you. I don‘t think the Mrs. Dalloway comparison is apt as this novel spends way more time flashing back than it does at said dinner party. But we had a very lively discussion about it at book club and while everyone liked it, we just wanted 50 more pages. Still I could relate to a lot of the mess. Mega bonus points for being set in Philly.