rabck from MyssCyn from BetterWorldBooks; definitely women's fiction with all the name dropping of brands that everyone wears. Angelica has writer's block and is feeling ignored by her husband and taken for granted by her kids. She meets Jack at a dinner party and is smitten by her. The only problem? He's married too. But she thinks that she can hold things to a small flirtation, but of course, it doesn't stay that way. When she flies to South Africa for a book tour, the passion heats up. But all is not as it seems - Jack is dying, a serial womanizer, and she is one last fling. ( )

Para todos los que la conocen, Angelica Lariviere vive en un mundo perfecto. Tiene un matrimonio ideal, dos hijos pequeños, y un encantador círculo de amistades. Pero Angelica es, también, una mujer que ha olvidado su propia belleza y su capacidad de seducción. Y su marido, un banquero francés, se muestra cada vez más distante y distraído. Hasta que un encuentro casual con, Jack, un seductor sudafricano hace tambalear todas sus convicciones. Por primera vez en muchos años, Angelica se siente deseada, y lo que empieza como una relación puramente epistolar se convierte en algo cada vez más profundo.

Spoiler Alert:

Read the blurb and expected a sort-of Kensington based version of 'Sex & The City', which I found hugely entertaining - watching/reading about spoilt, materialistic, selfish women who lunch can be fun.

But the protagonist in 'The Affair' takes the biscuit. She supposedly falls in love with an attractive guy because he appreciates her. Revels in her own drama. But when she finds out he has cancer she speeds away faster than a jack-rabbit. This sort of narcissism isn't amusing but quite offensive.

There is a peculiar disconnect between what the author wants us to believe: that her character has become a wiser person from this experience, and what she actually puts down on the page - a still materialistic, spoilt, self-centred and self-deceiving creature. Found this thoroughly irritating. ( )

Een aardig verhaal over een affaire. Prima tussendoortje, maar ik werd een beetje gestoord van al die verwijzingen naar kleding merken: "Ze haalde een gebloemde blouse van Vanessa Bruno tevoorschijn en koos een paar schoenen van Rupert Sanderson en een Stella McCartney spijkerbroek"

Dat was toch echt iets te veel van het goede. ( )

Prachtig boek. Ik las het terwijl ik zelf in Nigeria was en ik kon me volledig plaatsen in Zuid-Afrika. Geweldig. Ik wou gewoon nog verder lezen, ook toen het boek al volledig uitgelezen was. ( )