Title: Friday Mornings at Nine
Author: Marilyn Brant
Release Date: October 1, 2010
Genre: Women’s Fiction
Source: Curled Up With a Good Book
Rating: 3 out of 5
Jennifer, Bridget, and Tamara meet every Friday morning at nine. It’s their time to decompress with their girlfriends, to discuss their marriages and their discontentment with life. One Friday, they hit upon the topic of adultery, and each woman admits she currently has a temptation to stray outside of her marriage. They decide they owe it to themselves to explore these avenues, and to determine their feelings on their own marriages.
Friday Mornings at Nine is a somewhat disappointing look at three different women. While it had a lot of potential, these women aren’t written endearingly enough to really capture the reader’s attention. The subject of infidelity is a difficult one to present sympathetically, and Brant unfortunately doesn’t accomplish that. Each of these women seems selfish for exploring these temptations, rather than trying to face their problems with their husbands head on. At the same time, though, the premise is interesting but its execution is, unfortunately, flawed.
Additionally, it’s difficult to understand why Jennifer, Tamara, and Bridget are friends. They constantly judge one another and therefore refrain from sharing all of the details of their situations because they know they’re being judged. It’s difficult to make a group of friends the centerpiece of a novel if they don’t even like or trust one another enough to be honest.
Jennifer is probably the most sympathetic and easy to relate to of the three women. Because her temptation is an ex-boyfriend, it’s much easier to understand the attraction, as well as the question of what might have happened. However, it’s a bit difficult to understand her unhappiness with her husband, except for the fact that he’s not David. Tamara, on the other hand, is difficult to like. While her unhappiness is understandable (her husband has basically abandoned her with his constant traveling), her personality is a turn-off.
Bridget is in the middle – it’s understandable why she’s unhappy, and she is the most careful with her temptation. She understands what she’s risking and doesn’t want to throw anything away. All three of these women have their separate stories, though not all are equally endearing. In a novel like this, it’s very important to care about the characters, and that unfortunately doesn’t happen in this book.
While I found this book disappointing, if you are interested in explorations of infidelity, you might want to seek out this novel. In the meantime, I look forward to Brant’s next novel and seeing what she discusses next.