This is literary fiction. It has undertones of dark, satirical humor, but it's not really funny, it's not a romance, and it's definitely not a rom-com. I understand the appeal of a darkly funny modern Walter Mitty character, murderously daydreaming a way out of her appalling marriage, but... I will never understand the appeal of a whole novel with no likeable characters. There's a little less than one half of a likeable character in this entire book, and that's counting the dog. In addition, the plot delivery was too reflective of the stifling, repetitive, unhappy, upperclass life it was representing, leaving me with very little to enjoy other than, occasionally, an interesting turn of phrase or mildly satisfying escalation in the predicted drama.