A Stepford who-dunnit. Four country-club wives, their high earning husbands and their perfect lives come crashing down when one of their old friends is found with a gun in her hand over her ex-husbands body. Their secrets and betrayals behind the facade come out as the women try and find out who the real murderer is.

I found the plot a bit cheesy, and some of the “secrets” were rather unnecessary and used only as shock value, but it was a light, easy read all the same. I did want to finish it, even though not finishing a novel is never an option for this compulsive reader.

The characters, were not hard to follow per se, but were so poorly constructed that it was A. hard to tell them apart from each other (especially in the beginning of the story, but even in the end I didn’t really know Caroline from Lauren), and therefor B. hard to care about. And their husbands were just a list of interchangeable names, they were never given any sort of depth. The women’s kids were just kind of thrown in willy-nilly. I never got attached to any of the characters. There just wasn’t enough character development to give a shit, basically.A fine bubble bath book, I suppose, but really, one could easily find some better chick-lit.