This book is utterly terrible. It's both a shrine and a condemnation to toxic masculinity. It's unorganized and boring and depressing.

Our main character is stupid the whole book. He is angry at his wife (for teaching reading lessons to impoverished people), and makes everything worse at every turn. He refuses to talk to her, or hear her. Refuses to acknowledge his own feelings. Actively tries to murder his wife's friends and destroy what she believes in.

I kept thinking this book would get better and our main character would learn his lesson, but he doesn't. I can't tell if the book is trying to say, "See, solving all your problems with violence and refusing to deal with your emotions (toxic masculinity) is bad, because it breaks down your relationships." Or if the book is trying to say, "Actually toxic masculinity is totally okay, because the hero got what he wanted in the end and his wife was the one who needed to apologize."

I hate this book. It's so poorly done, on every front. I'm going to go read the next book now, because I liked the previous books and I'm hoping that this one is a fluke and not a foretelling.