This was an airplane read, the kind of eight-dollar newsstand purchase designed to distract me from the fact that I was barreling 32,000 feet above the ground in a machine MADE OF METAL. (I don't hate flying, but that doesn't mean I have to like it.) The novel did the trick--it was technically well-written and amusing enough. However, I'm disappointed that it assumed I was stupid enough to be swayed by the notion that there's ever a reasonable excuse for infidelity.