When Paul Miller's pharmaceutical company goes public, making his family IPO millionaires, his wife, Janice, is sure this is the windfall she's been waiting for - until she learns that her husband is leaving her and has cut her out of the new fortune. Meanwhile, 400 miles south in Los Angeles, the Millers' daughter, Margaret, has been dumped by her actor boyfriend and left in the lurch by an investor who promised to revive her irreverent postfeminist magazine, Snatch. Sliding toward bankruptcy and dogged by creditors, she flees for home, where her confused and lonesome teenage sister, Lizzie, is struggling with problems of her own: She's become the school slut.
Holed up in their Georgian colonial bunker, the Miller women wage battle with divorce lawyers, debt collectors, drug-dealing pool boys, country club ladies, evangelical neighbors, and nasty social climbers - and in the process all illusions and artifice fall away and they must reckon with something far scarier and more consequential: their true selves.
This book showed a family and not one was redeeming in any way. I was ashamed of each at some point in the book. The fact that toward the end the women rallied and became less reprehensable is I guess to their credit. I wondered why I wasted my time reading about them.
This satire of the outfall of a divorce in the Silicon Valley millionaire haven of Santa Rita is an absolutely irresistable read. Funny, over-the-top and poignant, the story has a great plot following the lives of three very different women -- the mother in midst of a post-IPO divorce, the teenager in crisis, and the nearly 30-years-old magazine publisher who is sure she is a failure. A great and easy book to read.