The Pocket Wife is the tale of Dana Catrell, a woman with a history of psychological issues who one day drinks too much and may or may not have murdered her neighbor. Psychologically unreliable characters typically make the best characters, but this was not the case here. The protagonist is so very whiny that it is completely impossible to sympathize with her struggle.
Dana’s husband cheated on her with the now-dead neighbor. Or someone, at least. This was one of those novels in which my mind often drifted to sunnier pastures. In most cases, I side with the victim of cheating, but this guy 100% deserved a reprieve from that deranged woman. I found myself thinking that if Dana actually did murder the neighbor, the neighbor was assuredly grateful to be put out of the sheer misery generated by Dana’s company.
While part of the story was recounted from Dana’s muddled perspective, a portion of it was told from the point of view of the case’s detective. I could barely retain consciousness during this guy’s passages. True, it was a much needed break from the whiny wino, but Detective Moss is the King of Mopesville, population:1. This man has been left by multiple wives and his kids want nothing to do with him. While Moss and Dana would certainly be a match made in Heaven, a love connection never transpires. Alas.
I hated this book. I hated every single minute of it. I did not care about any of the characters. Worse still, I wished multiple evils to befall both Moss and Dana, yet they both pulled through unscathed. Thus, there is nothing redeemable about The Pocket Wife.
Originally posted on www.danetrain.com on March 28, 2015