Wife 22 by Melanie Gideon

You would think that someone who is not married wouldn't be interested in a book examining marriage, but you would be wrong. I'm fascinated by fictional studies of marriage and what they reveal about people in general.

Wife 22 does not, as fans of TLC's Sister Wives might think, refer to the 22nd wife of a polygamist, but rather the pseudonym that's been given to Alice Buckle as part of her participation in a survey about marriage. Alice, a wife and mom who is a former playwright and current elementary school drama teacher, impulsively answers an email looking for volunteers to fill out surveys about their marriages. Answering the questions proves more complicated than she expected, especially when her correspondence with Researcher 101, her liaison at the sponsoring institute, becomes personal. Her growing relationship with Researcher 101, along with revisiting the high and low points of her marriage, has Alice wondering what she really wants. "I don't know why," Alice's husband, William tells her at one point, "you insist on keeping yourself from the things you love." William's lament, in many ways, sums up the novel for me. I found myself mad at both Alice and William on more than one occasion because they couldn't seem to get together in the same place at the same time. They appeared to be deliberately turning away from one another, almost punishing themselves for some unnamed wrong. Yet this is not uncommon. Why do we restrain ourselves from whole-heartedly enjoying those things that make us happy?

For all the seriousness involved in watching someone figure out if she still wants to be married, there's lots of humor and lighter moments throughout the novel. Alice is surrounded by a wide variety of people. She suspects her twelve year old son may be gay and just can't admit it; her fifteen year old daughter is being stalked, albeit romantically, by an ex-boyfriend; her best friend has a fondness for hosting dysfunctional if festive dinners of food from other cultures; and a friend from her past not only sends her daughter to live with the Buckles but soon arrives, husband in tow, on the Buckles doorstep as well. Alice is far from perfect, even a bit selfish, but that helped me see her as a more three-dimensional character. Gideon's technique of writing not only in prose but also in emails, Facebook posts, and play dialogue successfully offers different perspectives on Alice's dilemma but could be annoying to those who get whiplash easily. I enjoyed getting to know Alice, even if I was slightly disappointed not to get to know William a little better (I felt like I knew more about why Alice was feeling distance in her marriage more than I did William). Recommended for fans of general women's fiction.

One final note: I listened to the audio, which I thought was very well done, but I've since learned that the print edition only has the survey questions that Alice answers at the end of the book, so you'd kind of have to bookmark it and keep turning back there as you read her answers. No idea what the editor thought that was accomplishing.

I fell on my nose!

I fell on my nose yesterday trying to avoid tripping on cats and laptop cables. Seriously. Fell on my nose. Fell. On my nose. Flew like a plane across the floor. Bled like a stuck pig. Dropped my salad. The cat's fine, by the way.

I proceeded to spend the next day spontaneously calling out "I fell on my nose!" This did not gain me the level of sympathy I sought and surely deserved. "Did you break it?" I was asked several times. I was forced to admit that, no, I didn't think I'd broken it, but, I FELL on my NOSE. It hurt. It might even bruise. What if it swelled up and I couldn't breathe? I can't afford for my face to be any rounder than it already is. At this point, most listeners turned away, assured that I was not in immediate danger, and probably wishing I'd fallen on the cat instead.

There are many body parts on which I could have fallen, of course. Most more padded and able to withstand such trauma than my poor little nose. Why didn't I fall on any of those? When I got my beautiful new hardwood floors, they didn't warn me that I could slip, slide, trip, and fall on them. I would like to blame Sasha for getting in the way, but I haven't figured out a way to blame her for the laptop cable lying in wait.  Although, come to think of it, the warm laptop keyboard is one of her favorite napping locations.

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