If, like me, you spend an inordinate amount of time reading the cheatin' kinda romance or the ones with the Alphahole jerky H that seems so prevalent in various category lines and find that for every 10 you read 8 are probably just not satisfying the need for a good apology and a sincere "I love you and only you" from the misbehavin' sorry b*stds.
If your tired of the H whose always seems to get out of a big grovel with a cheeky smile, and a "I will be faithful to you from now on, mostly, If I am not too tempted the by the buxom blonde in the spandex.." and some hot smokin' smexxing moves then you need to cleanse your palate with a good ole' fashion make-the jerks-sorry revenge novel. I admit I wear a lot of rose colored googles and tend to throw a lot of pink and purple sparklies around in my quest to really believe in the HEA, but there is a dark, seekrit corner of my heart that just wants to see the dawgs beg for mercy. That is why periodically I just have to read this book.
Yes it is vindictive, it is cruel and probably very frightening to most males, (my own husband read three pages and ran away screaming, I think it was the part about the paint job getting ruined on the jag), but nobody actually gets physically castrated they just get a good dose of what is coming to them.
Olivia Goldsmith manages to take every kinda alphahole H know to Romancelandia and characterizes them brilliantly in her four male "bad guys" in TFWC. She also does a pretty good job of exemplifying the typical doormatty h's seen in too many novels to count and finally gives them a backbone.
What I find particularly interesting is that none of the ladies could do it for themselves, they really are "good girls" for the most part, but when one of their own kills herself because of her asshat husband, watch out. The ladies find an inner strength and resiliency that would make any proper Romancelandia h stand up and cheer and want to move over to chick lit, all in the name of avenging their fallen comrade. They aren't really very kind or sweet about it either, but they do remain ladylike at all times while slowly turning the screws on four very rotten scoundrels who finally get what is really coming to them.
The book is over the top, and yep it has got a lotta fluff, but believe me if you have read as many bad romances as I have, you have got to appreciate the break.
In any other romance book the ladies would quietly get on with their lives and wait for the gents to see how they missed them and return. Annie would take Aaron back with a half-hearted apology and a few "I really love you's", his indiscretions overlooked and quietly swept under the rug. Our abuser Gil would agree to go to counseling and maybe become a monk to help other's overcome their violent tendencies. Elise and Bill would come off as Hollywood royalty and Bill would promise to be more discreet in the future and Morty would realize that all he really wants is Brenda and a cannoli. OG doesn't take the easy, sweet route. No way, the guys were pigs of the first order and they gotta pay. The ways to make them pay and the methods used are most of the fun of this book.
I can't tell you how many times I have smiled in wicked glee as Elise sells Bill's collections for a dollar, I had even more fun contemplating Gil's major financial collapse and subsequent interview with the SEC, almost as much fun as imagining the paint melting off his classic jag. When Morty gets sent to prison I just had to cheer and when Annie -nicely- tells Aaron off, it was the highlight of the book. I know it isn't nice, compassionate or kind, but I was glad those caricatures of male romance hero's suffered. I felt a blow was struck in the name of justice for all the times the h's have to say "It is okay dear, all is forgiven and I still love you" and then ride off into an unbelievable HEA. I know the ladies got an HEA in this one, they made sure of it themselves.
All in all the novel is not the greatest piece of literature in the twentieth century. Parts are trite, some characters are obviously over-dramatized, but so what? Every one needs a break from the overwhelming forgiveness with no real reparation so prevalent in Romancelandia today and I am so glad Ms. Goldsmith managed to do it in a wickedly funny entertaining style that still makes me laugh every time I read it.