Another Suburban Family Morning

So I'm still working on Revolutionary Road, which is excellent. I'm taking it slowly, though, because of the stress: You know the agony and intensity of Who's Afraid of Virgina Woolf? Well, stretch that out over the length of a novel, and you'll see why I've had to take breaks. There are times when I can't bear to check in with Frank and April Wheeler, the main characters of the book, because they are so selfish and angry and unhappy and . . . so very real that it's just exhausting.

I still have about a hundred pages to go, so I'm not quite sure how the story wraps up, but I can absolutely recommend the book. If you're interested in the marital drama of a young suburban couple in the mid-1950s, and you're ready to consider that perhaps less than we might think has changed about the dynamics of relationships in the last fifty years . . . then this book will hold you (sometimes reluctantly) spellbound.