Happy Endings was entirely different from what I expected. I’d heard that somewhere out there existed a romance novel whose male protagonist was based on Dr. Fauci, and I was immediately intrigued. (Sidenote-the character based on Dr. Fauci doesn’t appear until well into the book, and he and the other male characters are all secondary to the two female protagonists.) I don’t normally read romance novels; I just never gave them much thought, but it has been brought to my attention that romance novels are often dismissed as trivial and without substance because their intended audience is primarily women. That’s a topic for another day, but there was much more substance to this book than I expected. I can’t speak to what the traditional bodice-ripper is like, but Happy Endings did not fit the picture I have in my mind of one. The characters are complex and dynamic, and while I often found myself disliking them and their decisions, they read like real people with real flaws. The book grapples with religion, addresses gender discrimaton, shines light on the nascent AIDS crisis, and provides a glimpse into the under belly of politics and DC journalism during the late 80’s/early 90’s. Its depiction of American politics hit pretty hard at the time I read this (during the final weeks of the Trump administration and the first week of Biden’s term) and shows that, apparently, we haven’t learned anything in the past 30 or so years. But I digress. There is plenty of sex, romance, and exquisite agony in this book, yes, but it is more than that. Happy Endings explores the personal slings and arrows of the human experience. Is it Anna Karenina? No. Did I enjoy it and feel that it was well worth the read? Yes.