Washington Post on I Married You for Happiness
You also won’t un-read this odd little book once you’ve finished it. It will make you chafe. It will strike a chord. Like love itself, it is an irritant as well as a comfort. In a way, “I Married You For Happiness” is like the body upstairs in Nina’s house. It weighs; it is deeply sad. It is the ultimate one-way function. But it will also remind you that unlike that shattered egg — at least in human hearts — the dead do have the power to be whole again.
I see myself getting behind this book in a big, big way. It begs to be discussed.
