The Last Original Wife

Our long winter has really slowed my home "to-do" list. I need some warmer water so I can repaint my Ikea Hack. I have a desk for L that needs much work. And warmer weather would be best if I ever hope to hold a yard sale. So over winter!

But on the other hand, I have read a bunch this winter. There is really nothing like a curling up with a good book on a cold day! Over our last snow-day I read Dorothea Benton Frank's latest novel, The Last Original Wife. I might have picked it out just because the main character house-sits in Charleston, SC. At this point I think everyone in NoVa would do anything to house-sit in warmer weather!

Goodreads says:  Leslie Anne Greene Carter is the last original wife among her husband's group of cronies. They've all traded in their first wives-the middle-aged women they long ago promised to love and cherish 'til death did them part-for riper peaches: younger . . . blonder . . . more enhanced models.

Leslie is proud of her status and the longevity of her marriage. Sure the spark isn't quite as bright and sometimes takes a little longer to flame. And it wouldn't be too much to ask if her husband paid just an itty bit more attention to her desires. But there's something to be said for a comfortable and deeply familiar relationship. Or at least she thinks until the day, out golfing with her husband and his friends, she slips into a manhole. And nobody realizes that she's gone.

That one misstep opens Leslie's eyes to the sham her perfect life has become. No longer will she be invisible. No longer will she accept being taken for granted. With the healing powers of South Carolina's lush white beaches, candy-colored sunsets, and fiesty and funny residents, Leslie is going to transform herself and reclaim the strong, vibrant, sexy woman she was meant to be.

The Last Original Wife is classic Dorothea Benton Frank: an intoxicating tale of friendship and love that is as refreshing as a soothing breeze across a golden lowcountry marsh and as invigorating as a dip in cool, salty waters on a sizzling South Carolina summer day.

I know that the reviews are all over the place on this book but I took it at it's cover - a beach read. It is a fast yet fun read. If nothing else, I was reminded of how lucky I am to be married to Hubby. Things are not always perfect. There have been, and will be, bad days along with the good days. But I feel pretty confident that if I feel down a manhole Hubby would notice!