I could not get through it, at page 70 I was sick of every character, sad for them and did not care. Other people felt the same way.

I liked the beginning of this book more than the end. The narrator is not a likeable person but he's understandable. I thought the parts where he talks about the problems in his marriage and the reasons for his affair, you could at least see where he was coming from even if you didn't agree with what he did. It was honest. But by the time he had to go out on his own the book became less of a "reverse love story" and more just the endless whining of a naval-gazing artist. The whole war-wash thing was obnoxiously overwrought and the ending tied things up too neatly in a bow. I never really got the feeling that any problems in the marriage would be fixed - just that the author needed to end it. I didn't get the motivation for any of the ending.

I don't have much to say about this book. Characters were lame, art was lame, the premise was annoying and I honestly don't know why I finished it. I wholeheartedly do not recommend this book.

I'm not sure how this was one of the 10 best summer books or whatever Glamour called it...this was not really a great novel. The protagonist was whiny and seemed to never be content with his life as it was. His decisions were made without any forethought, but he didn't want to face the consequences of those decisions. He seemed too self-centered to really be able to make the ending work.

It has its moments, but it's pretty ordinary overall. I didn't care what happened and I could have put it down at any point. There's a very minor character named Harold; I would much rather read a whole book about him than this main character. This is billed as "Where'd you Go, Bernadette? meets Beautiful Ruins," and, just, no.

Loved, loved, loved!

The author rated her own book on here. In third person. I guess it was supposed to be cute or funny, but it just came off as dumb and annoying. Consider that my review of the book as well.

It's a cool premise. "I am Having So Much Fun Here Without You," is being marketed as a reverse-love story. In the fallout of an extramarital affair, a man tries to win his wife back.

Various subplots and motifs enrich the central anti-couple: a Harry-Met-Sally style montage of old married people talking about their decades-long relationships, an exploration of how the artist-husband's early work was significant to the marriage, the vast differences in both sets of parents' reactions. A clunkier bit that compares the Iraq war with regrets in relationships falls flat.

Ultimately though, it just didn't deliver what a good novel has to: reader investment in what's at stake. Maum's philandering protagonist isn't just unlikeable, he's unmemorable. Ultimately, I didn't buy the narrative arc of reconciliation, but even worse: I didn't really care what happened.

A closely-observed, wrenching portrait of a marriage gone wrong and then, maybe, right again. I loved this book.