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conversations.value: Give me a description for a story titled The Husband's Secret about strong>An, Amazon, Best with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction.. Start with the sentence '<strong>An Amazon Best Book of the Month, August 2013:</strong> Liane Moriary is probably doomed to be forever labeled a writer of chick lit'.
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conversations.value: <strong>An Amazon Best Book of the Month, August 2013:</strong> Liane Moriary is probably doomed to be forever labeled a writer of chick lit. But despite its dopey name, her new novel, <em>The Husbands Secret</em>, is better described as a comedy of manners and one with a serious undertone. As in her previous storys, most successfully <em>What Alice Forgot</em>, the author here wittily and observantly chronicles the life of middle aged, middle class Australian women, suburbanites who grapple with prosaic issues like marital fidelity and torturous ones like moral guilt and responsibility. You cant help but laugh along with the small observations--And there was poor little Rob, a teenage boy clumsily trying to make everything right, all false smiles and cheery lies. No wonder he became a real estate agent. But its the big ones--Can good people do very, very bad things, and what, exactly, are we responsible for, and for how long?--that will make you think. This is a deceptively rich novel that transcends its era and place at the same time that it celebrates same. --<em>Sara Nelson</em>
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conversations.value: The Husband's Secret
  But then, in the new year, when they got back to Melbourne, Will and Felicity had kept going on about it. Will and Tess's house had a huge downstairs area that the previous owners had used as a teenagers' retreat. It had its own separate entrance. What did they have to lose? The start-up costs would be negligible. Will and Tess had been putting extra money on their mortgage. Felicity was sharing an apartment. If they failed, they could all go back out and get jobs.
  The horrible nerves were balanced by the glorious euphoria she felt each time she walked out of a meeting. It was like walking on air. She'd done it again. She'd battled the monster and won. And best of all, nobody suspected her secret. She brought in the clients. The business flourished. A product launch they did for a cosmetics company had even been nominated for a marketing award.
  Tess's role meant that she was often out of the office, leaving Will and Felicity alone for hours at a time. If someone had asked her if that worried her, she would have laughed. "Felicity is like a sister to Will," she would have said.
  She turned from the whiteboard. Her legs felt weak. She went and sat back down, choosing a chair at the other end of the table from them. She tried to get her bearings.
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conversations.value: A thought occurred to Tess. "Will Polly need her sports shoes straightaway? Should I rush back to the school with them?"
  Tess smiled at how appalled Cecilia looked. It was like she was forgetting things for the first time in her whole life.
  Cecilia watched Tess lift her cup of tea to her mouth (she'd used the wrong mugs—Cecilia never used those mugs for guests) and smile at her over the rim, unaware of the monologue running silently through Cecilia's head.
  What would Tess say if Cecilia actually spoke any of those words out loud? Cecilia had thought Tess was one of those mysterious, self-assured types who didn't need to fill silent gaps with conversation, but it occurred to her now that perhaps she was shy. There was something brave about the way she met Cecilia's eyes and sat with careful, straight-backed posture, as if she were a child behaving well at someone else's house.
  She was really being very nice to Cecilia, driving her home after that terrible incident in the gutter. Was Cecilia going to throw up every time she saw Rachel Crowley from now on? Because that could be complicated.
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conversations.value: Jane put her signal on to drive around the car. They were on their way to Ziggy's orientation day at the new school, and she had no idea where she was going. She and Ziggy were both nervous and pretending not to be. She wanted to get there in plenty of time.
  Jane felt that strange lurch she sometimes experienced when she got distracted by her life, and then something (it was often Ziggy) made her remember just in time the appropriate way for a nice, ordinary, well-mannered grown-up to behave.
  Jane crouched down next to her. The woman had shoulder-length, well-cut dark hair and the faintest sprinkle of freckles across her nose. There was something aesthetically pleasing about those freckles, like a childhood memory of summer, and they were very nicely complemented by the fine lines around her eyes and the absurd swinging earrings.
  The woman's dress had an intricately embroidered cutout pattern of flowers all along the neckline. Jane could see tanned freckly skin through the petals.
  She looked at the woman's strappy shoes. Her toenails were painted a lustrous turquoise. The stiletto heels were as thin as toothpicks and perilously high.