This was the first published novel of Laurie Frankel, and it was the weakest of the three I have read by her. However, it was still really good. When I was in my twenties, I was part of a collective that was raising two toddlers. We were a bunch of hippies who thought it would enrich the children to have so many adults with which to relate and learn. Of course, we had the unfortunate distinction of being, well, human beings with all the usual foibles, subject to such things as competition and jealousy, along with different philosophies on raising children. The whole thing ended after a few months, though both girls grew up to be wonderful and happy adults.
In this book, Janey (the narrator), Jill and Katie are close friends and English literature graduate students. Jill gets pregnant and Dan, the father, bails on her and the baby. The three women decide to share the raising of the child, a boy named Atlas. There are some minor hassles, but everything goes well at first. Then things slowly start to change and much conflict arises. In the end, their friendship is severely tested.
The author addresses some modern day issues around the raising of a child and the meaning of the word family. There is a subplot of a gay male couple wanting to raise a baby on their own. And then there is the issue of Katie, a devout Morman, and how she will navigate love and sex within the confines of her belief.
Janey is the narrator, and the novel compares her attachment and role in her own Jewish family against her attachment and role in her new formed family around the raising of Atlas. Overall, I was quite absorbed in this novel and liked very much where the author was taking it. It did seem very much as a first novel, and Frankel's later novels showed very much how she moved on and perfected her craft. There were some cutesy moments in the book, those these lessened as the narrative developed. Overall a very enjoyable read.