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A clever and cunning novel, by the author of Sad Desk Salad, about infidelity, enlightenment, and the difference between perception and reality. In marriage, as in yoga, sometimes the truth is not clear to us until the savasana hits the floor.
It's been two years since the divorce and Dana has moved on. She's killing it at her law firm, she's eating super clean, and she's thrown out Ethan's ratty plaid recliner. Dana hardly thinks about her ex-husband anymore?she almost never dwells on how the man she'd loved since college ran away to the Southwest with a crunchy crop-topped yoga strumpet, spouting spiritual claptrap that she still can't comprehend.
But when she sees Ethan's picture splashed across the front page of the New York Post??Nama-Slay: Yoga Couple Found Dead in New Mexico Cave??Dana realizes she hasn't fully let go of Ethan or the past. The press speculates that it was a murder-suicide, and Ethan's to blame. How could the man she knew be a killer? Anxious to find answers that might give her closure, Dana begins to dig into the mystery surrounding Ethan's death. Sifting through the clues of his life, Dana finds herself transported back to the final years of their union. . . and discovers that nothing is as it appears to be.
A novel of marriage, murder, and meditation, Soulmates is a delicious page-turner and a timely satire of our feel-good culture, an addictive and nuanced look at contemporary relationships from one of the sharpest writers working today.