A tightly wound litigator goes off the rails when she learns her husband has been having an affair.
At 37, Raney Moore is a partner at one of the top law firms in New York City and a happily married mother of two. "I'd gone to the best high school in the country, the best university, the best law school, all on my own. I never drank. Never smoked. Never cheated. Never lied. I never even swore….My life was a story I'd written myself....It was all going very much according to plan," she announces. As you might suspect, it's all about to go down the tubes. While waiting for a phone call to tell her whether she's won a huge, widely publicized pro bono case, she gets another call—from the husband of the woman her own spouse, a beloved TV entomologist, is screwing on his book tour. Almost immediately (as in without a moment's pause for consideration or any emotional reaction) she calls her assistants into her office and orders them to systematically destroy her husband's life, turning off his phone, towing his car, canceling his credit cards, and hacking his Twitter account to create a career-destroying scandal. She puts the family home on the market, and, when her 15-year-old twins get out of school, they move that very day from their mansion in the suburbs to a rat-infested hovel in Brooklyn. If you think all this challenges belief, fasten your seat belt. Raney has no idea what therapy involves, she has never heard of chai, she is completely in the dark about both workplace sexism and sexual harassment, but what's even more ridiculous is how she behaves when she finds out about each of these things. Kennedy (I Take You, 2016) has a knack for snappy dialogue, but it's possible that she has recently moved to Earth from outer space.
This book deserves some sort of award for creating the most preposterous and unlikable protagonist in contemporary fiction.