I am not totally sure where to begin with a review for this. And it might be because I have seen the movie a quadrillion times that my stance is extremely biased. The book just lacked... everything. And it added a whole lot of "edgy" misogyny by showing all the things a man can get away with and do that a woman (and God forbid a divorcee) would be "burned at the stake" for even contemplating. It also removed a lot of female empowerment that was so effortlessly portrayed by Cher, Susan Sarandon, and Michelle Pfeiffer. I saw some links... but whereas the movie seemed to culminate in the women's individual growth and power of friendship and realizing they don't need a man (whether with Daryl Van Horn or their prior love lives) to be happy and successful, this book made me feel the opposite.

One thing the book did justice was validate my disgust for Felicia. She is simply revolting and reprehensible both on paper and on screen. The book, however, did a little number on her husband, Clyde, too. I enjoyed that! But most of the book seemed to ramble on (and ooooooh does Daryl have some boring monologues) about things that might have been more conversation-worthy at the time but have failed to age well. I truly wanted to love this - but this is a case where I will just stick to the much better movie.