The Wives, by Tarryn Fisher

Thursday’s husband has two other wives. She’s never met them and knows nothing about them until one day she stumbles onto the name of one of the wives. She can’t help herself – she tries to find the other wives. And so begins a “shocking” thriller. Or maybe not.

Hooboy…. I really didn’t like this book. I was skeptical of it when I first read the synopsis, but it was a Book of the Month Club selection, and I was curious about the premise, so I gave it a shot. It did not go well for me.

I had my back up about this book by the second page. I didn’t understand why Thursday would agree to this set-up, and frankly, the way she talked about herself (the book is written in first person) and her relationship was extremely stereotypical and off-putting. But the book moved quickly, and I stuck with it to the halfway point. Then, just when I was about to give up on it completely, the book zagged — and to my dismay I found myself in YET ANOTHER unreliable narrator novel. Oh, great! Another mentally ill/substance abusing/delusional (take your pick) woman. Enough already. I finished this book but I wish that I hadn’t.

Clearly this book was not for me. If you do happen to enjoy this sub-genre of unreliable female narrators, then you might enjoy this more than I did. Otherwise, this is not worth your precious reading time.