Dirty Laundry by Disha Bose

Hello everyone.  I hope you are having a wonderful day.

Do you and your significant other argue?  Some people don't, they hold it all inside.  I try not to stand close to those types of people for fear they will explode at any minute.  We tried that when we were first married.  We were both working and were trying to establish who was doing what in our relationship.  After marrying and moving into our house the battle lines were drawn.  Specifically...over laundry.  We had a laundry basket; it was in front of the washing machine which was in a closet that opened into a hall.  Pretty soon the basket was overflowing.  Then there was just a mound of clothing in the hall, the basket so buried we would need Indiana Jones on the mission of his life to uncover it.  Who was going to do the laundry?  I'm a young wife, with a career. I don't want to be pegged with such a girly role, fit for some apron, pearl and pump wearing woman in the 1950's.  My husband, determined to be the man, also stepping around the monster, threatening to become the oddest wall in history and blocking us from the entire second floor.  That was our first argument.  We both did the laundry, and both kept what little dignity we had left.

I recently read Dirty Laundry by Disha Bose. This is the story of three women, who are living in an Instagram rich world.  When Ciara ends up murdered, her perfect life comes under scrutiny. 

I said I recently read, that is only kind of true. I stopped reading somewhere around 100 pages.  I couldn't get through it.  Now, don't take my DNFing (did not finish) this book to mean that you won't like it.  We all have different tastes and expectations.  I read loads of thrillers, fast paced thrillers.  Because of that, I am jaded about pacing.  This book was way too slow for me.  I was bored.  I found the characters uninteresting.  There was just nothing compelling me to move forward.  There was nothing I wanted to know.  I didn't care enough about Ciara to wonder why she was killed or which one of the others was the guilty party.  This is a Good Morning America book club pick, so lots of people must enjoy it.  Sadly, not me.