I liked this one. Set in Paris, the story from a cheating husband's point of view. Props to Maum for writing like (I think) a man would write. Also props for some really deep gems on the philosophy of why long-term relationships work, and how they endure through great mutual pain and/or distrust.

I do feel like this book felt a little green, and I can't put my finger on why. It was straightforward and pretty solid. It meandered a little, and the characters didn't grip me until I was pretty far in, but I did enjoy it. Richard's plight felt sympathetic, understandable to me. I didn't dislike him or find him sniveling, or even asking too much. Maum did a great job of getting into the head of someone who had committed adultery, and the guilt and self-reproach that often come with it. People don't feel justified to discuss this, because they are not 'victims.'

I feel educated on relationships in new ways, for having read it. But from a novel standpoint, I do feel it could have been a little tighter.