Leimbach bounces back from a disappointing second novel (Sun Dial Street, 1992) with this tart, witty tale of a very pregnant Boston novelist whose handsome, hopelessly neurotic husband abandons her in her seventh month. ``I always compare love and houses—there's something essentially the same about them,'' explains Meg Howe, our frazzled, 37-year-old narrator. ``A new marriage is almost always followed by a new house and that same house is sold like old junk when the marriage collapses. . . .
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