A good reminder of why I don't like "chick lit" so much. While not offensively bad, I had much higher hopes for this book. The concept was a good one, then entered the characters... None of the depth one would hope to find in a group of this type was found on these pages. In fact, having both led groups and been a group member through the years, this was wildly unrealistic. The women did stupid things, all presented false fronts not only to the world but also to their therapy group, yet they all seemed able to create genuine friendships. How exactly is that possible? These characters, every single one, needed an intervention.
This is one I even resented using my time to read. I'm glad it was a library book.