Oh where to begin . . . This is one of those books that could have, possibly, been great. One that I continued to read in the hopes it would get smashingly better at the turn of the next page! The plot was ideal for a grand black comedy. Unfortunately, it fell short of those expectations. That said, the book wasn't bad.
Four rather wealthy married women take an extended weekend break to Monte Carlo. Their goal: leave the husbands behind and live a life of total decadence and indulgence for four glorious days. Predictably, all the marriages are dysfunctional and the women completely immerse themselves into an over-the-top, exotic party scene. Things quickly go awry the morning after a drunken yacht party when French officials come on board and arrest the foursome for murder. But not just any murder, right? Oh no ... the murder of the most popular French President in the history of the nation.
See? Interesting, entertaining, promising. My biggest disappointment was with the stereotypical cliche's. Upon learning of the charges against them, the women vomited, wept, and reacted in 100% cliche' manners. Ugh. These were not delicate, innocent women. Doesn't matter if they were: some of us females get angry; some might actually curse or even, God forbid, laugh at the absurdity of the entire situation. But no, these delicate little ladies were weak; decidedly and classically feminine in their responses.
Therein lies my bone of contention with the novel. That component aside, it was an easy enough read and I'd be interested in your feedback. Perhaps I'm a bit harsh?
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