Mrs. Perfect

Mrs. Perfect

by Jane Porter

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As a young California girl growing up in a blue collar neighborhood, Taylor Young dreamed of being popular, beautiful, and acquiring a wardrobe to die for. Not to mention marrying a handsome, successful man and living happily ever after in a gorgeous house with three wonderful children. Now, at 36, Taylor has reached the pinnacle of her dreams, but is it all about to unravel? As the new school year approaches, Taylor prepares herself for playing the perfect alpha mom: organizing class activities, fund-raising, and chairing the school auction. But the horror! Her archrival, bohemian mom Marta Zinsser, is named Head Room Mom of Taylor's daughter's fifth grade class. As tensions rise at committee meetings and school activities, the two rivals seem to be destined for a final confrontation. But as Taylor plans her next move, she is floored by a more serious blow at home-her husband has been secretly unemployed for the past six months. With her posh lifestyle crumbling, Taylor struggles to maintain her alpha image-but could Marta, who cares little about appearances, be her only true friend?

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ISBN-13: 9780446537384
Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
Publication date: 05/05/2008
Sold by: Hachette Digital, Inc.
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Jane Porter lives in Seattle, Washington, with her two children. You can find out more about her at

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Mrs. Perfect
By Jane Porter
Spiegel & Grau Copyright © 2008 Jane Porter
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-446-69924-2

Chapter One Zooming into the country club parking lot, I snag a spot close to the club pool. Okay, technically it's not a spot, but there's nothing else close and I'm late.

Nathan says I run late often, and yes, sometimes I do, but not always. It's just that my schedule all summer has been ungodly. I've always been busy, but in the past year I have taken on way too much, sat on far too many committees, agreed to assist too many organizations.

The problem is, everyone needs help, and I hate inefficiency, I really do, which is how I got to be on so many committees in the first place.

I know how to get things done. I've always known how to get things done, and for me, it's relatively easy organizing functions and raising money. And as we all know, everything these days is about raising money. As well as improving the quality of life for the kids.

It really is about the kids, isn't it?

I sign in quickly at the poolhouse's front desk and wave at a passing mother-never do remember her name, though-and emerge into the late afternoon light that already streaks the pool.

Scanning the area for my girls, I tug my top over the waist of my white tennis skirt. I wish I'd showered and changed before heading to the pool, but I was afraid of being even later. It's Friday, Labor Day weekend, and my nanny hoped to leave early today to go camping with her boyfriend.

I feel bad that Annika, our Finnish nanny, didn't get to leave at three-thirty as requested (it's nearly five now), but today was hellacious. Morning Pilates, two-hour auction committee meeting, afternoon on the tennis court before quick grocery shop. Then it was a rush home to get the salmon steaks into the bourbon marinade for dinner before another rush out to pick up the girls from the club.

Pulling my sunglasses off, I spot the girls. Tori's in the baby pool, Brooke's lying on her towel on the lawn, and my eldest, ten-year-old Jemma, swims in the deep end with her friends. Annika sits in the shade near the baby pool, her purse on her lap. She's ready to go, which annoys me.

I don't like being disapproving, but I do resent being made to rush and then feel guilty. It's Labor Day weekend. She has Monday off. It's not as if she won't have three full days of vacation.

Annika spots me. I lift a hand, letting her know she can go. She leans down, kisses Tori, and, with a nod at me, leaves. Quickly.


It's Patti calling my name. I turn, spot her and a cluster of women at one of the pool's round tables, and indicate that I'll join them in just a moment. First, I have to get something cold to drink.

Something preferably with alcohol.

A few minutes later, I collapse in the poolside chair with my gin and tonic. Nice. Sliding my sunglasses on top of my head, I sip my drink appreciatively. Day's almost over. I'm almost free.

Suddenly Annika reappears on the pool deck, dashes to a table near the baby pool, and rifles through the stack of beach towels they brought earlier. She's looking for something, and it's got to be her car keys or her cell phone# she couldn't survive without either.

It's her cell phone.

I'm not surprised. What twenty-two-year-old girl doesn't live on her cell?

Annika leaves again, and I watch her dash back out. She's worked for me for over a year now, and we almost never talk. I leave her to-do lists, and when she goes home at night she leaves the lists behind, everything done, all the chores checked off.

Sometimes I feel a little guilty for not ever having a proper chat, but what would we talk about? My girls? My house? My laundry? No, thank you. I have enough on my mind without having to discuss the above with a foreign teenager.

What a day. Not bad, just long and busy. Pilates nearly killed me, I killed my opponent in tennis, and the committee meeting ... well, that went so much better than I expected.

"Have you been here long?" I ask the group at large, dropping my sunglasses back onto my nose.

"An hour," Patti answers.

Monica grimaces. "Since two."

"Noon," Kate adds.

Noon? I make a face. I can't imagine sitting here for five hours. My God, doesn't she have anything else to do?

"You should have gotten a sitter," I say, glancing at my children, praying they'll be content for another half hour at least, an hour if I buy them an ice cream. Tonight I would buy them ice cream, too, if it meant I could just leave my feet up for a while and relax.

Kate sees my grimace. "I couldn't get a sitter," she explains. "Labor Day weekend. Everyone's going away."

True. We were going away, too, and then Nathan begged off at the last minute, said all he wanted to do was stay home, enjoy the girls, and maybe get in a round of golf.

"Actually," Kate continues, crossing her legs, tugging down her straight twill skirt that looks like Eddie Bauer but I know is Ralph Lauren, "I feel like I got off easy. The kids really wanted to go to Wild Waves, but I convinced them they'd be better off just spending the day here and saving the money."

Saving money? Kate?

I struggle to keep a straight face. Kate Finch is loaded, one of the area's old money, and then she married Microsoft money-and not one of the little Microsoft millionaires who pop up everywhere, but Bill Finch, head of the games division-so the Finches are set for life.

"How did you convince the kids to do that?" Patti asks, leaning forward to get out of the sun's rays. Petite and brunette, Patti Wickham has endless energy, a vivacious personality, and the inability to take no for an answer.

"Bribed them." Kate sniffs. "Told them I'd give them the cost of the admission ticket and what I would have spent on gas if we could just come here. Worked like a charm."

Thank God for money.

Hate to admit it, but I'd do the exact same thing. Who'd want to make the drive from Bellevue to Federal Way-what is that, forty minutes each way?-and then spend hours worrying about the kids getting lost or abducted before driving back home in rush-hour traffic? No, Kate's right. Far better to take advantage of the Points Country Club pool before it closes for the summer.

My youngest daughter, Tori, who has just recently turned four, remembers I'm at the pool and comes running over to give me a wet hug. "Mama, Mama, Mama! I missed you!"

I hug and kiss her back. "Having fun?" I ask, rubbing her bare tummy.

She nods, her blond curly ponytails like piggy corkscrews in the sky. "I'm hungry."

"We're having dinner soon." "Can I have some French fries?" "We're going home in twenty minutes-"

"I want French fries."


"I'm starving." Her lower lip thrusts out. "Starving."

Oh, why not? It's Friday. Labor Day weekend. I'm tired and don't want to get up. If French fries will keep her happy, let her have them. "Tell Brooke to go with you to order. She's right there, in the shallow end."



Tori runs off in her pink two- piece, her still chubby thighs making little slapping noises. "Is that bad?" I ask, looking at my friends. "French fries right before dinner?"

"It's the end of summer," Patti answers with a shrug.

Exactly. Kids will be back in school in just days, and it'll only get harder, what with homework and sports and meetings. Being a mother is a full-time job. I couldn't work outside the home even if I wanted to.

"Mom! Mom! Taylor Young!" My middle daughter, Brooke, shouts at me from the pool, resorting to using my name when I take too long to answer.

I put a finger to my lips, indicating she's too loud. "Come here if you want to talk to me," I stage-whisper. "Don't shout across the pool."

With a sigh, Brooke drags herself out of the pool and splashes her way to our table. "Did you tell Tori I had to go order her French fries?"

"She's hungry." I'm not in the mood to deal with Brooke's attitude now. For a middle child, Brooke is extremely strong-willed. "You can share her fries."

"I don't want fries."

"What do you want?"

"Ben and Jerry's ice-cream bar."


"You said." She gives me her "I'm seven and going into first grade" look. "You did, Mom."

"What about a Popsicle?"

"Why does Tori get fries and I have to have a Popsicle? Why does she always get everything she wants? Because she's the baby? When I was her age I could order my own fries-"

"Fine. Get your ice cream." I give up. I just can't do this today. Not without another drink. "Help Tori and get what you want."

She flounces away, and I see the face she makes at me. I don't call her on it, though. I'm too tired, and as the parenting experts all say, you have to pick your battles. I want them to get good grades, so I suppose I've picked mine. Besides, they're not as lippy with Nathan. They wouldn't be. He doesn't put up with it, not like I do.

"Good meeting today, Taylor," Patti says as Brooke grabs Tori by the shoulder to haul her into line at the snack bar.

Patti is co-chair with me for the Points Elementary School auction, and we held our first meeting of the year this morning at Tully's on Points Drive.

I was worried about the meeting, but I needn't have been. Our committee of seven is amazing. We've got the best parents this year, the best moms hands down.

"I heard so many great ideas during our brainstorm session," I say, squeezing the rest of my lime wedge into my gin and tonic. "I have a hunch that this year's auction is going to just blow everyone out of the water."

And it will with what we're planning.

We've got some spectacular live-auction items already lined up, including a trip to Paris-first-class on Air France-and a week on Paul Allen's private yacht ... in Greece, no less. I suppress a shiver of excitement. Corny as it is, I get goose bumps just thinking about it. "Patti, we can make this happen."

"We are making it happen," Patti corrects. She might be tiny and pretty, but she's a workhorse. "We've already got chairs for each committee, and everyone's experienced-"

"On the ball," I add.

"And as we know, experience makes all the difference."

Isn't that the truth? I just love Patti. We're on the same wavelength. It's not just that we're friends, but we've served on practically every school committee possible, and there's no way I would have tackled the school auction if Patti hadn't suggested we co-chair it together.

The school auction is Points Elementary's biggest annual fundraiser. The phone-a-thon, walk-a-thon, and wrapping paper sales all bring in money, but they don't come close to generating the kind of money the auction does.

A strong auction nets a quarter million dollars. A fabulous auction nets a hundred thousand more.

Patti and I think we can hit four hundred thousand this year. At least that's our goal.

"Anything juicy happen at the meeting?" Kate asks, pulling up another white chair to stretch her legs on. Her legs are thin and tan, but they're always tan. Kate plays a lot of golf, and she and Bill routinely sneak off to Cabo.

Patti and I look at each other, try to think. There wasn't a lot of chitchat. We were pretty organized, and the auction meeting isn't the place for gossip. It would look bad. Unprofessional.

"I know something juicy," Monica chimes in eagerly.

I shoot Patti a "here we go again" look. Monica Tallman irritates me. She isn't poor, and she's not unattractive, but she's pathetically insecure and compensates for her feelings of inferiority by trying too hard.

The truth is, Monica needs a life. And she needs to stop copying my hairstyle.

Monica throws a hand into her hair, showing off her most recent highlights, which are nearly identical to mine. "The Wellsleys separated this summer," she announces loudly.

"The Wellsleys?" Kate gasps.

Monica nods, sips her wine cooler, pleased to be the bearer of horrible news. "Apparently Lucy was having an affair."

"What?" We all turn, shocked, to stare at Monica.

Patti frowns, a deep furrow between dark eyebrows. At least I know she doesn't do Botox. "I don't believe it," she says. "I can't believe it. Lucy would never do that. I've known her for years-"

"She's on the altar guild at St. Thomas," Kate adds.

Monica shrugs, lips curving. "Jesus loves a sinner."

Unbelievable. I drain the rest of my gin and tonic and immediately crave another. Too bad I can't send one of my girls for the drink, but they don't sell liquor to minors here.

Monica gives her wine cooler a twirl. "Pete's going after custody."

"No." Now this is going too far. It really is. I know Lucy, too, and she's a great mother, a good wife, and it would destroy her not to have the kids. Kids need to be with their mother, too.

Well, unless their mother's a nutcase.

Like mine was.

"Pete thinks he's got a case." Monica sounds smug.

I hate it when she's so smug. I really think she needs to work out with her personal trainer a bit less and volunteer a lot more.

"You can't take children from their mother," I defend. "Courts don't do that. I know it for a fact. Are you sure she's having an affair?"

"I imagine it's over now that Pete found out, but Pete's embarrassed. He paid for her lipo, the implants, the tummy tuck, the eye job, the laser skin treatments, and now he finds out it wasn't even for him? Fifty thousand later he feels a little cheated."

Patti's outraged. "Lucy didn't even need the work. She did it for him. He's never been happy, especially with her."

I nod my head in agreement. Lucy was really attractive, even before all the surgeries, and you know, you couldn't tell she had that much work done because it was subtle. We knew, because she'd told us, highly recommending her plastic surgeon to us. And in the plastic surgeon's defense, he was very, very good, and the only way I knew Lucy had done her eyes (before we knew about the plastic surgery) was because she just looked happier.

Apparently, she was happier.

She was getting laid by someone who wasn't her fat husband.

That's not a nice thought, and I shouldn't think thoughts like that, but Pete is big. He's gained at least thirty-five or forty pounds in the last year or so. Maybe more. When I saw him at brunch a couple of weeks ago, I almost didn't recognize him. Nathan, who never notices anything like that, leaned over to me and said Pete was a heart attack waiting to happen.

Did that stop Pete from filling up his plate at the buffet? No. In fact, he went back for seconds and thirds-piles of sausages, cream cheese Danishes, eggs Benedict, blueberry-and-sour-cream crepes, strawberries covered in whipped cream. You could hear his arteries hardening as he lumbered back to his table.

I can't blame Lucy if she didn't want to sleep with Pete. I wouldn't want to eat with him, much less do the down and dirty, but an affair ...?

I wonder if the sex was good.

God, I hope it was, especially if she's going to lose the kids.

Shaking my empty glass, I listen to the ice cubes rattle. I want another drink but can't make myself move. Not just because I'm tired (which I am), but because if I go get another drink, it's more calories.

I weigh the pros and cons of another drink, knowing that I'm in good shape, but it's something I work at. Image is important, and the closer I get to forty (oh God), the more I care about my appearance. It's not enough to be fit. You've got to look young, and that's some serious time and money.

Lately, I've been thinking about getting some work done. Nathan says he loves me as I am, thinks I'm perfect, and doesn't want any artificial bits of me, but if it'd make me better, wouldn't the pain be worth it?

I tune back in and realize they're still discussing Lucy and Peter.

"-says he feels like she humiliated him in front of the whole community."

"Well, I didn't know until now," Kate says.

Me either, and my fingers itch to take my phone and call Nathan and see if he's heard. He used to be in Rotary with Pete. They were both in the Friday morning group that met for breakfast at the golf course across town.

Patti's frowning. "She's like us, a stay-at-home mom. So who could she be sleeping with? A UW student? A pool boy? Who?"

"Someone's husband." Monica looks like a cat. She's so pleased with herself that even her ears and eyes are smiling. "Apparently Pete has told the wife, too, and so that's two families wrecked."


The very word conjures up horrible memories, and I suddenly touch my stomach, checking to see if it's flat. It is. I can feel my hipbones. Good.

The thing to know about me is that I hate fat almost as much as inefficiency, which is why I'm always hungry. I want to eat, but I don't. Nathan thinks I'm too thin, but he doesn't know what it's like always having women look at you, compare themselves with you.


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DeliciousReads More than 1 year ago
Another great read from Jane Porter! I love Jane's work, so I wasn't surprised to enjoy Mrs. Perfect. This is one of my favorite of her single title contemporaries, though. I love how she managed to make the unlikeable (to me, at least) Taylor Young so sympathetic to the reader. Jane created a story in which a woman's life crumbles around her, her children are unhappy, her marriage is in trouble, and she has to do the unthinkable, turn to her enemy for help. Instead of gleefully watching her get her comeuppance, though, it's written in such a way that we feel that Taylor has grown, that she will adapt, and we root for her. It's one of my favorite Jane Porter titles, and I'd highly recommend it to anyone who loves women's fiction. Mrs. Perfect would be especially enjoyable if you read Odd Mom Out.
kimberlyindy More than 1 year ago
I didn’t want to like this book, but felt I needed to read it since I had read the other 3 books in this series (I did not read them in the right order which didn’t matter.) I didn’t think that I could relate to Taylor at all. Porter pleasantly surprised me, and by the end of the book I cheering for Taylor and had a much better understanding of her. I should have known that Porter would surprise me and make me love the book and Taylor the way I do all her books. Once again I have learned to never judge a book by the cover.
CatmomJD More than 1 year ago
I truly enjoyed this book. Life isn't always what it seems for a lot of us. We try to live the perfect life and hold up the image. But, sometimes, only you know what's really going on at home. Taylor has it or, or so it seems, until her husband loses his job. They have many struggles along the way, but it all works out because love overrules everything.
Buttersy More than 1 year ago
And it was TRUELY a great book. I know that I will read it again! ;)
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This was another amazing story! If you are a woman between 30-50 years old--you can relate to SOME part of this book. The characters and topic were very real. I love Jane's writing style!~It is funny, sad, and romantic all in one!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I bought this book not really knowing what to expect. I don't normally read anything like it but decided to give it a try. It was a breath of fresh air! At first, I didn't think I'd be able to identify with the characters or their way of living but within a few chapters I was hooked. I came to love the main character. She was a real woman and learned to rely on her internal strengths to support her family when they needed it. This was truely a book about learning how strong you can be even when you think you don't have it in you. I can't wait to read other books by Jane Porter.
charlottesweb93 More than 1 year ago
Being perfect is hard. I wouldn't know, but according to Taylor Young, Mrs. Perfect, it is hard work Mrs. Perfect was the first Jane Porter book that I have read and I thoroughly enjoyed her writing. She writes intelligent and interesting characters. At first, I was not sure that I could stomach Taylor's shallow ways, but the more I read, the more I could see that Taylor was far from Mrs. Perfect. She was human. Mrs. Perfect was an enjoying read. Perfect for the beach or the airport. I will certainly be looking for more of Ms. Porter's work.
ARB More than 1 year ago
Mrs. Perfect was the first book I had read of Jane Porter's and I loved it! Since reading it, I have read every one of her books and am waiting eagerly for her to put out new books all stemming from Odd Mom Out.
ForeignCircus on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I won a set of Jane Porter books from a fellow book blogger and was excited to check out a new author. This book is very timely in terms of subject matter, but I found it a little too unrealistic that Taylor was so very clueless about her own family's financial situation. The book was fairly well-written, and I did like the parts where Taylor is forging a new life for her daughters by demonstrating how to make the best of a bad situation. Unfortunately, I thought the end was entirely too convenient and that left a bad taste in my mouth. All in all, a decent read that suffered from a rushed ending.
dts1dbm on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
great read, makes you look at yourself and what i truly really important, am i woman enough or not? The setting is here in Seattle where i live and know which also added more to my enjoyment.
nktk on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
5 ways to know you¿re Mrs. Perfect. 1) You volunteer for everything because no one else volunteers. 2) You hate relinquishing control because you can do the job better than anyone else. 3) You wouldn¿t dream of showing up late for Back-to-School-Night. 4) You know when your kids¿ reports are due, even if they don¿t. 5) Your Christmas cards are already addressed and stamped by December 1. So reads the back cover of Mrs. Perfect by Jan Porter. This is the story of Taylor Young. She is beautiful, wealthy and dressed in designer¿s clothes. She has a gorgeous wealthy husband and three lovely daughters. Her friends are equally wealthy and look up to her to volunteer the biggest fundraiser at school every year. The year starts off with a surprise when Taylor learns one of her friends has been ostracized from the group because the gossip circles suggested she had an affair. Taylor is cold to her friend as are the rest of the group, even though she knows she should be more forgiving. She also finds out the person she likes the least, Marta Zinssner, has been picked to be the homeroom mom. Taylor soon finds out that everything is not what it seems, and she has some big lessons to learn.When I opened the first pages and realized the first chapter was about how the characters looked, what they wore, and how wealthy and perfect they are, I thought, ¿There is no way this book is for me¿. What I soon discovered was that the author designed Taylor to have a lot more layers to her character than first expected, and as the story went on, the reader gets to peel off each one slowly, until we begin to fully discover a rich, complex woman. I was pleasantly surprised a few times. The author does like to tidy things up a bit in the end, but there¿s nothing wrong with that when the storyline keeps you engaged and you have come to care about the main character. The women in the book have a book club that Taylor participates in, but she never reads the books because she finds them dark and depressing. I know that Taylor would pick this one up for her book club because it is just the opposite. Mrs. Perfect is a fun, engaging summer book, so grab this one, and hang out at the beach
voracious on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This is the sequel to Odd Mom Out, which for those of us who read the first one, already put a pretty solid picture of Taylor Young in our minds. Wealthy, perfect, stay-at-home alpha-mom, with too much time on her hands, including time to judge the working moms for not doing their part at school. The opening chapters of Mrs. Perfect, did not deviate too much from this image we had previously created of Taylor. She was indeed very preoccupied with appearances, having everything money could buy, keeping up with and exceeding the Jones', and undoing her dysfunctional upbringing. However, as time went on and Taylor's family faces what appears to be an unsurmountable dilemna, we find out that there is much more to Taylor than the fascade she had created for herself. Taylor's character learns to rely on herself and others, whom she had prejudged or written off in her life. In all, Taylor comes back to earth to deal with real problems in a strong way. Very heartwarming and lovely as the novel goes on. I literally could not put this book down. I highly recommend it to all women who want a quick shot of empowerment and appreciate looking at their own lives and feeling grateful for what they have. I truly hope there is yet another book about Taylor and Marta's families!!!! Maybe from Eva's perspective????
scoutlee on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Great follow-up to "Odd Mom Out". Good reminder that things aren't always what they seem and how exhausting it is to keep up appearances. Taylor Young finally discovers who she really is.
ethel55 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed Porter's look at the life of type A, perfect Taylor Young. She's not only on, but heads every PTA committee, is always head room mother, throws perfect parties and has a beautiful house in which to entertain. Taylor shops to excess, and is shocked when the strange Marta Zinsser (from Porter's Odd Mom Out)is made head room mother in one of her daughter's classes. Soon, she learns her handsome husband Nathan has been reluctant to tell her (and her expensive habits) that he's been unemployed for months, they're in debt up to their eyeballs and he's heading to Omaha for a new job. Taylor refuses to leave Bellevue. Taylor's life begins to crumble, but she's a great character, and really pulls it together. She and Nathan decide to list their beautiful home and it sells quickly, to the bane of Taylor's life, copycat Monica. Taylor finds a part-time job, as a secretary and also a much smaller house to rent, pending any decisions about Omaha. Cleverly, she "tricks" Monica into purchasing almost all of the contents of their former home. The book rushes to a somewhat pat ending, but it was a great summer read.
ANovelMenagerie on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
The ReviewI was introduced to Jane Porter¿s work when reviewing Flirting With Forty last December. Being a huge fan of the ChickLit genre, I really enjoyed reading the book and watching the Lifetime movie starring Heather Locklear. (BTW: Jane¿s got a MEAN recipe for MaiTai¿s that is posted on my Flirting with Forty post).When I received Flirting With Forty for review, I was fortunate enough to get all of Jane Porter¿s books including Mrs. Perfect. I¿ve just now finally gotten around to reading and reviewing it, I¿m really happy that I did. Jane Porter DELIVERS in this novel and I loved it! (Imagine me tearing through this fun 419 page book in less than 24-hours!) I have to admit that I liked it EVEN BETTER than Flirting With Forty! (Hope that¿s okay¿ Jane!) A neat thing that I have discovered is that Mrs. Perfect is tied to Odd Mom Out with Marta as the heroine of that story. Cool Beans! Since I enjoyed her very much in this story, I can¿t wait to crack open that book and read Marta¿s story. It¿s a good thing it¿s on the nightstand ready for reviewing within the month.If you have never read of any of Jane Porter¿s books, let me just tell you that so far they¿ve all been great for me. They are a fantastic escape from my life and her characters are so relatable! I can completely envision them and I find myself really rooting for their successes. Being a mom, Jane Porter does a great job writing characters who are also moms which makes these books so endearing to me. For example, the way Taylor¿s girls are fighting in this book are written so true-to-life that I could hear their little voices in my head, which is not hard considering I can also hear mine at it in the next room!In Mrs. Perfect, our heroine undergoes a major life change and faces challenges, daughters in tow. How much more perfect could this book be for me? But, then again¿ you just can¿t go wrong with a Jane Porter book! On Sher¿s ¿Out of Ten Scale:¿If you¿re a fan of ChickLit, Jane Porter is right up there with Jennifer Weiner and Helen Fielding. I think that she does a great job of having ¿a little bit of this¿ and ¿a little bit of that¿ to each of her books. You get the heartache and the sadness, but you also get the humor! Along with those, you can count on heroines who get in touch with what¿s going on inside them and overcoming the obstacles that are holding them down. Another great component of Jane Porter¿s books, especially Mrs. Perfect, is the great character development of the heroine¿s girlfriends. Jane Porter has really great insight into the female mind and it really shows in her books! For the genre Fiction:Women¿s Fiction/ChickLit, I am going to rate this book a 9 OUT OF 10.
fireflymom More than 1 year ago
This is pretty good mommy lit right here. Her writing style is easy, comfortable and she has 'mommy chapters' which give you a great feeling of success even when you can only read in the short intervals between going to bed and falling asleep.
Mengel2 More than 1 year ago
Every girl dreams of growing up to be a beautiful woman with a great husband, amazing children and living in a picture perfect house.  Taylor Young is no different.  She not only wanted all of that, she achieved it.  However, her perfect life is about to change.  She finds out that her husband has been secretly unemployed for months and the person that she considered her rival, Marta Zinsser, may just end up being a close friend after all.   This is a great story of wanting the fairy tale life, getting the fairy tale life and watching in diminish before your eyes.  It also renews your faith in friends and makes you realize that what you see on the outside isn't always what's going on in the inside.
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I loved this book! Jane Porter is an amazing character driven author who writes books that I love to read.
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