In a story that unfolds over the course of a single day, a husband and wife try to outrun the secrets that threaten their marriage, sending their lives spiraling out of control.
On the edge of the economic downturn, Helen and Tom fled New York for what they’d hoped would be a fresh start: a small home in a former mill town, where they could raise their twin daughters away from the pressures of the city. But two years later, their fragile equilibrium has hit a breaking point. One September morning, Helen begins to lose control. Exhausted from juggling ambitions, frustrations, and unrealistic expectations, she snaps — and finds herself drawn into a violent conflict with two local teenagers. Unaware of her danger, in a Manhattan office seventy miles away, Tom is facing a crisis of his own at his high-pressure newsroom job — and struggling to hide a second, secret life.
Relationships cannot flourish without communication and it’s clear Tom and Helen missed the memo. The couple does not communicate and withholds important information from one another (they don’t appear to be compatible). Helen has serious anger issues and Tom has a secret life. It seems their motto is “any issue worth debating is worth avoiding altogether.” Their life would be sooooo much simpler if they just spoke honestly to one another (but then there wouldn’t be a book I guess). Small Hours is an interesting and quirky kind of novel. At times I wanted to scream (and slap) Tom and Helen, especially as the tension builds throughout the day. Ugh…this book has heaps of likes and I honestly thought I was going to love it (and I wanted to)…but I didn’t. I found the main characters kind of blah (especially Tom) and the ending disappointing and unresolved. Now don’t get me wrong, I like Kitses’s powerful writing — I mean she was able to bring out a haywire of emotions out of me. In other words, I would read something new from her in the future.
Thanks to NetGalley and Grand Central Publishing for giving me an arc of the book in exchange for my honest review.