Hm, I wasn’t so keen on this one. Its main theme is marriage and how we never truly know the person we are with. I found this concept utterly depressing, even though my cynical side suspects that there is some truth in that.
I didn’t really like the narrator either, I thought she was annoying, especially because on every other page she would share her opinion that we never know the ones we love. Obviously, in her case this statement was epically true, but it just irritated me. There were moments where a couple of plot twists really surprised and intrigued me, but overall I think this book was just… meh.
A beautifully written, if not depressing, passage:
“Because a lover exists only in fragments, a dozen or so if the romance is new, a thousand if we’ve married him, and out of those fragments our heart constructs an entire person. What we each create, since whatever is missing is filled in by our imagination, is the person we wish him to be. The less we know him, of course, the more we love him. And that’s why we always remember that first rapturous night when he was a stranger, and why this rapture returns only when he is dead.”