"How's your menopause book going?" my dear husband kept asking me every time he saw me reading "The woman who went to bed for a year". I'd try to defend it but gave up in the end by just not even answering him (he was getting too much pleasure out of riling me up). I kept with it and kept waiting for the light bulb moment of the story, the "ah ha" moment, the real story behind the story, but maybe it was just me but I just didn't see it.
I was a little disappointed that there wasn't more about the main character's, Eva, inner thoughts. Much of the book seemed to be focused on the people around her and their peculiarities. However, when Christmas hits and Eva's husband asks her what she usually does/did last year/what he has to do she goes on a glorious rant about what it entails. This left me wanting more of this sort of dialogue, and yes, ranting.
The ending was a little deflating too. If you read it, you'll know why.
