Mrs. Fletcher by Tom Perrotta

Mrs. Fletcher - Tom Perrotta

Hmm, what is there to say about this one? I read it, all of it, and I wasn’t tempted to DNF it even though I found it a wee bit plotless and a little too over-stuffed with issues. I can’t say that I’ll remember much about it in a few days so I better spit this out now.


Eve is a divorcee who, when the book begins, is sending her only son off to college. She’s not dealing well with this turn of events even though her son is a selfish son-of-a-B (if you ask me). She loves him all the same. They say love is blind and they are not kidding. She overhears him say something dreadful to his booty call before he leaves but she doesn’t address it, not wanting to stir the hornets’ nest and all. Personally, were it me, I’d be glad to have his rude, lazy butt out of the house! But she’s sad and she misses her boy. She even blames many of his shortcomings on herself because of the divorce and all.


I can’t remember the kids name but he has his own point of view, along with Eve and it’s almost always obnoxious. I didn’t like him and though he had a few brief moments of almost decency, I didn’t want to spend any time in his head. He also didn’t do a lot of growing up over the course of the novel but I suppose that may have been the point?


Now about Eve. She starts to fill her time watching MILF porn after she receives a text saying she’s a MILF. Apparently, she was living under a rock and had to look up the term on the internets and instead of immediately seeing the definition she finds MILF porn instead and she is hooked. In between porn viewings, she signs up for a class, makes some new friends and has a wee little moment of sexual experimentation. I will not lie, those bits were interesting BUT inserted into this story were issues heaped upon issues about struggles with aging, transgender, bisexuality, younger lovers, autism, wannabe frat-life and so many more that I felt like I was reading a lesson in what it feels like to be all these types of people and the lack of focus started to hurt my head. Sadly, none of it was particularly amusing but yet I kept reading . . .


I’ll give it a three because I guess it could’ve contained even more issues. There were no foot fetishes, cannibalism or bestiality struggles at least.


Thanks, Netgalley, for sharing this with me.