You know, the only Elswyth Thane book I hated worse than this one was "Bound To Happen", which didn't even make sense.
This one was just full-on whiney.
I realize that it's mostly autobiographical, and this can't have been an easy life for her. On the other hand, electing to stay in it was, to me, the far worse crime. But I did think it was funny that she killed off Juanita. Especially since none of her husband's mistresses apparently met the same end.
You know, if you're already having a bad year, and are down on love, this might be the book for you. But if your friends don't routinely describe you as "jaded", read Tryst instead.
This one, aside from droning on and on and on about birds and bugs and South America and who knows what all else, is just dull.