I have never read a book which expresses how I feel as much as this book does. Although I am not married to a famous author, I am a wife to someone who make a decent living for his family and a mum to 2 small children. My life probably seems quite happy from outside, there is nothing really lacking apart from my own career, and what I have (English husband, children, my own home in England) is actually what I wanted in my youth. Then, why do I feel so frustrated?
The book is a honest portrait of marriage and family life, where the wife "makes it happen" and "keeps it togehter". Nobody notices or appreciates much of what we wives do for husbands and children, but we do it anyway, for so little in return.
The plot is very good, keeps you interested, wanting to find out more and more. I am not disappointed by the ending at all, after all that is what we wives do in the end.