If you read The Perfect Marriage and thought, “Wow, Sarah Morgan is terrifying,” buckle up, because The Perfect Divorce says, “Hold my wine.” Sarah’s back, and this time she’s a mother, a soon-to-be divorcée, and still the kind of person you’d trust with absolutely nothing sharp. Seriously. Don't turn your back.
Let’s start with Bob, the husband. He cheats, just like a narcissistic lawyer would. (Can you really ever trust a lawyer?) But was Sarah ever really going to stick with him? I don’t think so. When you hand your husband something that looks suspiciously like a murder weapon, it’s probably not because you’re planning a cozy anniversary dinner. Bob was a pawn, Sarah was the queen, and this was chess. Murder Chess.
Motherhood hasn’t exactly softened Sarah. Yes, she loves Summer, but I wouldn’t recommend Summer forget her mom’s birthday or borrow her heels without asking. Just saying. That woman holds grudges like it's her full-time job.
And speaking of jobs, Adam’s case reopens, things spiral, and we’re all reminded that you can’t actually start over when your past involves a highly publicized murder trial and a trail of bodies. Please. The police were too busy covering their own behinds to bother with facts.
Every character had secrets. Every character crossed a line. I didn’t trust anyone, but Sarah especially. She could smile at you while holding a knife and you'd thank her for the compliment.
In the end, I can’t justify anything Sarah, Adam, or Bob did. They’re all awful, just in slightly different flavors. I wasn’t exactly satisfied with anyone’s fate (except maybe Carissa’s), and I’m pretty sure Sarah’s still out there, sipping tea, plotting someone’s downfall, and casually Googling “how to fake empathy.”
Oh, and the title? The Perfect Divorce basically means: divorce, but make it messy. And criminal. I love the cover - "Till death do us part. Yours. Not mine."
