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So beautifully, humorously, thoughtfully written. I had been longing for a book I couldn’t stop reading and failing to find it. Now it’s over. The small tragedy of being a book lover.
The main character has always been a flirt and her husband doesn't like to kiss. So he pushes her to consider kissing other men and opening up their marriage--but only so far. She winds up in a white-hot, bone-deep affair of the heart and mind--but can she consummate it? Can she not consummate it? Can the marriage survive? Should it, indeed, survive? What does the husband really want? And does it matter?