Until today. Today there was adultery. I put down the book. It wasn't elicit and didn't go into detail. It wasn't the sex that made me mad. It was the infidelity.
And I'm sorry world, but having an affair is not okay! It is never okay. I don't care that you just lost 200 pounds and feel sexy for the first time in your life. Give that to your husband! I don't care that your spouse travels a lot and you miss the physicality of marriage. Wait! I don't even care if you loved him and then you thought he was dead so you married the wrong guy and then he actually wasn't dead so you screwed him because you never stopped loving him. You chose the man you chose. Period. If you absolutely can't keep your pants up when you are with someone else, then you need to divorce your husband and marry the other guy. (This is not the action I would suggest, but it is better than cheating.)
I get mad when there are affairs in books or movies, but I get LIVID when we are supposed to be cheering for the adulterous relationship rather than the married relationship.
Remember King Arthur, Guinevere and Sir Lancelot? This movie made me furious.
By the way, I will probably finish the book. I put it down as soon as it said, "Rhoda slept with Kirby when she went to Connecticut." I am hoping that Rhoda will admit her gross violation of her husband's trust and it will end up being an inspiring story of repentance and forgiveness.