“Little Children” by Tom Perrotta
Publisher’s Synopsis: Tom Perrotta’s thirtyish parents of young children are a varied and surprising bunch. There’s Todd, the handsome stay-at-home dad dubbed “The Prom King” by the moms at the playground, and his wife, Kathy, a documentary filmmaker envious of the connection Todd has forged with their toddler son. And
there’s Sarah, a lapsed feminist surprised to find she’s become a typical wife in a traditional marriage, and her husband, Richard, who is becoming more and more involved with an internet fantasy life than with his own wife and child.
And then there’s Mary Ann, who has life all figured out, down to a scheduled roll in the hay with her husband every Tuesday at nine P.M.
They all raise their kids in the kind of quiet suburb where nothing ever seems to happen – until one eventful summer, when a convicted child molester moves back to town, and two parents begin an affair that goes further than either of them could ever have imagined.
1 out of 5 stars
The first thing I am going to do in this post is contradict an earlier post – one that stated that I won’t review a book that I didn’t like. I’m now revising that quote to “not going to review a book I didn’t finish” because I finished this.
Do you remember the TV show “Thirty Something”? It was on in the late 80’s, early 90’s. I realize I am totally dating myself here, but I remember watching the show once or twice and thinking what a dumb show because nothing ever happened. Just unhappy people in unhappy marriages living unhappy lives.
That’s what this book was, in a nutshell. Unhappy. I was made unhappy by reading it. The characters are dreadfully boring, unhappy, and one dimensional – very flat and predictable. I kept waiting for something to happen, something shocking like I was promised on the back cover. I got nothing except my time wasted.
Apparently this was made into a movie starring Kate Winslet. Maybe that’s it’s redeeming quality?