I somewhat enjoyed the other two books in this series, so I started this one as a fun summer read. I can't even come close to finishing it. When you read “He was a sensual man whom pleasure did not frighten. Pleasure did not frighten her, either. They saw that in each other. It was like a promise between them” and you still have over 500 pages to go, you know it's time to call it quits.
This book could make a decent movie - the contrast between the bleak Midwestern winter scenes vs. the cosmopolitan cities, the deceitfulness, the exhausting emotional roller coaster the characters ride, and lots of sex. But having to actually read almost 300 pages of run-on sentences filled with utterly unrealistic characters was misery.
I was very excited to read this book - the jacket notes made it sound hilarious, and I had to wait several months to get it from the library. But it was disappointing. I will admit to laughing out loud a few times, but mostly I just got sick of the authors and the he said/she said writing style they used. It really is surprising that they're still married.