October 23, 2011

Review: Beatrice Munson

Beatrice Munson by Lorena Bathey

Title: Beatrice Munson

Author: Lorena Bathey

Source: ebook from author

In Vista Heights, the women of the neighborhood have started to look like their homes, varying shades of beige. Lost in this world of suburbia, Marissa Lyons learns her high school nemesis has bought the house right across the street from her. Afraid that her arch enemy, Beatrice Munson, will arrive with Marissa's high school crush as her husband and cause Marissa to relieve the insecurity of high school in her her forties, she decides to face the music and head to Beatrice's house with warm cupcakes. But what Marissa finds is something she never expected. How will Marissa and the rest of the women of San Martino deal with someone like Beatrice Munson, whose defining moment in her life was to get a boob job or go on a trip to Egypt. This story is about friendship, love, learning to look at things differently, and great parties. Step into the world of Vista Heights where you might not only recognize the women, you might be one of them.
My Take:
A story of a neighborhood full of women who along the way lost themselves to...well life. That all changes when one woman, Beatrice Munson, takes up residence in Vista Heights. The women start to find themselves hidden under play dates, soccer games, and clean homes. With the help of Beatrice Munson the women find the strength to realize their dreams didn't have to die with the birth of their families.
I am sure there comes a time in everyone's life where they think "Hey, I use to love to paint" or "I use to love to write". Dreams become just that...dreams. Life shows up and dreams take a back seat right next to the rear facing infant seat. The characters are fun, real and you’re going to enjoy seeing what happens among them. Even though the story is told from Marissa’s POV, you get a feel for all the women involved. Beatrice Munson is an enjoyable, fast paced read that will keep you entertained and maybe have you shed a few tears.

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