The Paris Wife was just "OK" for me. The beginning was good; I liked waiting and hoping for Hadley's life and romance to blossom. Once I got what I wanted I found the book to really slow down and it lost my interest. I didn't enjoy reading about Ernest's life as an artist and Paris and what his wife went through. The story had no purpose for me anymore, it was just the story of a typical moody artist and I knew from the start that Ernest commits suicide and I felt like I was trudging through to get to an ending that was already spoiled for me. Around the middle I stopped reading all together for about three days, then I picked it up determined to finish it and planned on skimming to get done with it. I stopped skimming when I got to the part about the love triangle. I was hoping for some kind of retaliation on Hadley's part over her husband's infidelity and was shocked that instead she allowed the other woman to live with them and have breakfast all together every morning. I cried at the end when they realized the marriage was over and they couldn't save it. I really do believe that Ernest loved Hadley and that was the saddest part for me. She knew he loved her, and yet it wasn't enough. Tragic end.