This novel left me sad and angry. As the publishers weekly review reports, the author's messages are garbled, no doubt because she hadn't thought them through. The characterizations are at times brilliant; consider the lovely ordinary good looking rural hick jock hero Tom Harper, "Harp" who loves maps, travels the world and returns home once he understands how all the dots are connected by lines. Or his narcissistic ice queen of a wife, Libby, who also loves maps, but for just the opposite reason - that they point to other places and the lines take her from where she is to them: anywhere but here. But the novel fails its primary test: everyone comes up against challenges, no one learns anything. Why does the castrated Tom takes his ice-queen wife back after she has neglected the children throughout their lives and then abandoned them - so that they can move into a ticky tock little condo with wall to wall carpeting at the edge of their nowhere town? He was the one with the vision of the real house, the real family. This novel presents a cynical take on the "reality" of interpersonal life. And as other reviewers have noted, there is simply too much sex - everyone is screwing around like bunnies, and whether good or bad, it don't mean a thing even when it does have that swing.