Poor Leighton or Lucky Leighton?
I'm feeling rather torn after reading this book. I like Leighton, I feel for her kids and I appreciate that her husband is a complete douche, but I don't ever think there's good reason to cheat--not ever. You're miserable? Do something about it. You want to fix a cheater? Leave. But that's not what happens here and I don't know if I feel sorry for the girl or fictionally jealous of her.
Lying. Cheating. Perhaps the sweet taste of revenge? Not the prettiest of words to tangle with, but that's what we're dealt with in this portion of the story, and Violet has found a way to glamorize it and make you root for the woman to find a man who will cherish her for the beautiful woman she is.
Cole is the man every older woman desires--young, handsome, hungry for love and eager to please. Even though this fresh love interest is incredibly edible, I can’t reprogram myself to morally agree with the happenings in this story. Having said that, I know this happens often in real life, and a good storyteller Violet is. I'm very intrigued by the characters, the facade they have in place and the misery hiding just beneath the surface, set to explode. Looks like I'll have to read on to find out when all hell is going to officially break loose, in the typical Violet fashion I've come to love.