Goodnight Nobody

Goodnight Nobody

by Jennifer Weiner


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New York Times bestselling author Jennifer Weiner’s unforgettable story of adjusting to suburbia—and all the surprises hidden behind its doors.

For Kate Klein, a semi-accidental mother of three, suburbia has been full of unpleasant surprises. Her once-loving husband is hardly ever home. The supermommies on the playground routinely snub her. Her days are spent carpooling and enduring endless games of Candy Land, and at night, most of her orgasms are of the do-it-yourself variety.

When a fellow mother is murdered, Kate finds that the unsolved mystery is the most exciting thing to happen in Upchurch, Connecticut, since her neighbors broke ground for a guesthouse and cracked their septic tank. Even though the local police chief warns her that crime-fighting's a job best left to the professionals, Kate launches an unofficial investigation — from 8:45 to 11:30 on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, when her kids are in nursery school.

As Kate is drawn deeper into the murdered woman's past, she begins to uncover the secrets and lies behind Upchurch's picket-fence facade — and considers the choices and compromises all modern women make as they navigate between marriage and independence, small towns and big cities, being a mother and having a life of one's own.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780743470124
Publisher: Washington Square Press
Publication date: 05/02/2006
Pages: 400
Sales rank: 266,727
Product dimensions: 5.31(w) x 8.25(h) x 1.30(d)

About the Author

Jennifer Weiner is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of sixteen books, including Good in Bed, In Her Shoes, and her memoir, Hungry Heart: Adventures in Life, Love, and Writing. A graduate of Princeton University and contributor to the New York Times Opinion section, Jennifer lives with her family in Philadelphia. Visit her online at


Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Date of Birth:

March 28, 1970

Place of Birth:

De Ridder, Louisiana


B.A., Princeton University, 1991

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Goodnight Nobody

A Novel
By Jennifer Weiner


Copyright © 2005 Jennifer Weiner, Inc.
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ISBN: 0-7434-7011-7

Chapter One

"Hello?" I tapped on Kitty Cavanaugh's red front door, then lifted the brass knocker and gave it a few thumps for good measure. "Hello?"

"Mommy, can I ring the doorbell?" Sophie asked. She stood on her tiptoes and waved her fist in the air.

"No, it's my turn," said Sam, kicking his sneakered feet against one of the half-dozen perfectly spherical pumpkins beside Kitty's front door. Halloween was a week away, and we'd only gotten around to carving our single jack-o'-lantern the night before. It had come out crooked and its right side had rotted and caved in overnight, and it looked like we had a sadistic stroke victim parked on our porch. When I'd lit the candle, all three kids had cried.

"My turn!" said Jack, shoving his younger-by-three-minutes brother.

"Don't push me!" cried Sam, shoving back.

"Sophie, then Sam, then Jack," I said. Two degrees in English literature, a career in New York City, and this was where I'd ended up, standing on a semi-stranger's doorstep in a Connecticut suburb with uncombed hair and a tote bag full of bribe lollipops, wrangling three kids under the age of five. How had this happened? I couldn't explain it. Especially not the part about getting pregnant with the boys when Sophie was just seven weeks old, courtesy of an act of intercourse I can barely remember and can't imagine I'd condoned.

Sophie reached up, pigtails quivering, and rang the bell. A dimple flashed in her left cheek as she gave her brothers a smug look that said, This is how it's done. Nobody answered. I looked at my watch, wondering if I'd heard Kitty wrong. She'd called on Wednesday night, when the boys were in the bathtub and Sophie was sitting on the toilet, applying lipstick and waiting her turn. I was kneeling in front of the tub, my shirt half-soaked, a washcloth in my hand, scrubbing playground grime from underneath their fingernails and enjoying one of my most persistent and vivid daydreams, the one that began with two men knocking on my front door. Who were they? Police officers? FBI agents? I'd never figured that out.

The younger one wore a beige suit and a clipped inch of sandy mustache, and the older one had a black suit and thinning black hair combed over his bald spot. He was the one who did the talking. There's been a mistake, he would tell me, and he'd explain that, due to some glitch I'd never quite fleshed out (Bad dream? Alternate universe?), I'd wound up with someone else's children, living someone else's life. Really? I would ask, careful not to sound too eager as a woman - these days, she was usually the lady from the Swiffer commercial who danced around to the Devo song, happily dusting - stepped between them, hands planted on her capable hips. There you are, you little scamps! she would say to the children. I'm so sorry for the inconvenience, she'd say to me. No problem, I'd graciously reply. And then she'd say ...


I looked up. My husband stood in the doorway, with his briefcase in one hand and the telephone in the other, staring at me with something that was either disdain or its close first cousin. My heart sank as I realized that getting slopped with the boys' bathwater was the closest I'd come to showering that day.

I reached for the phone with one soapy hand. "Can you watch them for a sec?"

"Let me just get out of this suit," he said, and vanished down the hall. Translation: See you in an hour. I stifled a sigh and tucked the telephone under my ear.


"Kate, it's Kitty Cavanaugh," she'd said, in her low, cultured voice. "I was wondering whether you were free for lunch on Friday."

I'd been too shocked to stammer out "Sure" or "Yes." I'd wound up saying "Shes," even though lunch with Kitty Cavanaugh wasn't high on my to-do list. As far as I was concerned she represented everything that was wrong with my new hometown.

I remember the first time I'd seen Kitty. After a morning of unpacking I'd driven the kids to the park our Realtor had pointed out. I hadn't washed my thick, curly brown hair in three days and was looking more than a little disheveled, but the other mothers wouldn't mind, I thought, as I pulled into a parking space. As the kids and I walked through the white picket playground gates, we saw four women seated on the green wooden bench by the seesaws: four women wearing the identical shade of dark pink lipstick; four formidably groomed, exquisitely fit, terrifyingly capable-looking women. Each one had a monogrammed paisley silk diaper bag slung across her shoulder, like a Pink Lady jacket. Or an Uzi.

"Hi!" I said. My voice seemed to bounce off the pebbled rubber mats underneath the slides and echo through the swing set. The women took in my outfit (loose, syrup-stained cargo pants, fingerpaint-smeared sneakers, one of my husband's washed-out long-sleeved gray T-shirts with one of my own violet short-sleeved shirts on top), my messy hair, my makeup-free face, the belly and hips I'd been meaning to do something about for the past two years and, finally, my kids. Jack looked okay, but Sam was clutching his favorite pacifier, which he hadn't used in months, and Sophie had pulled on a tutu over her pajama bottoms.

The buff-looking blonde in the middle, in camel-colored boot-cut pants topped with a zippered fleece vest, raised her hand and gave us a semi-smile. Her name, I'd later learn, was Lexi Hagen-Holdt, and she looked exactly like what she was - a former all-state athlete in soccer and lacrosse who'd worked as a high school coach before marriage and had started training for a triathlon six weeks after she'd had baby Brierly.

The brunette next to her had shoulder-length light brown hair perfectly streaked and styled, and eyebrows plucked into perfect arches, then dyed to match; she gave us a half of a wave. Her full lips twisted sideways, as if she'd tasted something sour. This was Sukie Sutherland, in Seven jeans and high-heeled, pointy-toed suede boots - the kind of outfit my friend Janie would have worn out clubbing and I never would have attempted at all.

"Hi!" said the redhead - Carol Gwinnell - at the far end of the bench. She sported a pumpkin-colored sweater with a long skirt in swirling shades of red and orange and gold. Her little gold earrings were clusters of bells that jingled and chimed, and she wore sequined purple slippers trimmed in gold braid. Carol's husband, I would shortly learn, was head of litigation at one of the five biggest law firms in New York City. Carol and Rob and their two sons lived in a Bettencourt and had a summer house on Nantucket, which I guess gave her the right to dress like she was going to a Stevie Nicks concert if she wanted to.

Finally, the fourth woman deigned to approach us. She knelt down gracefully in front of my kids and one by one asked them their names. Her straight, thick hair fell to the center of her back, a glossy sheet of chocolate brown held with a black velvet band. She had lovely features: full lips, a straight, narrow nose, high cheekbones, and a neat little chin. Given her hair, and her golden complexion, I would have expected brown eyes, but hers were wide set and a blue so dark it was almost purple. The color of pansies.

"And I'm Kitty Cavanaugh," she said to my children. "I have twins too."

"Kate Klein," I managed, thinking, Don't fall for it, you little bastards. Of course, my kids were charmed. The boys let go of my leg and smiled at her shyly, while Sophie stared at her and said, "You're so pretty!" I tried not to roll my eyes. The last time Sophie looked at me that intently, she hadn't said that I was pretty, she'd told me I had a hair growing out of my chin.

I plastered a smile on my face and made a series of mental notes: figure out where to buy a perfectly cut suede jacket; find out where these women got their hair blown, their teeth bleached, their eyebrows plucked; and try to locate the other overwhelmed, undergroomed, bigger-than-a-breadbox mothers like myself, even if I had to cross state lines to find them.

The ladies had gone back to their conversation, which seemed to concern the student-teacher ratios at the town's competing private schools. It had taken three more playground visits, twenty minutes spent listening to Sukie talk about reorganizing her pantry, and a trip to Mr. Steven, the local hairdresser, before Kitty and I had had an actual conversation, about what kind of baked goods I should bring to the Red Wheel Barrow annual holiday bake sale. "No nuts, no dairy," she'd told me. I'd nodded humbly and managed to keep from asking, "How about crack? Would crack be okay?"

Our second talk had been less successful. We'd been standing side by side at the swings on the playground one summer afternoon. Kitty was wearing a pink linen sundress, simple yet elegant, a look (and a fabric) I hadn't attempted in years, and I was wearing my usual - grubby pants and a cotton tank top - feeling overweight and underdressed and entirely inadequate. It's this town, I thought, tugging at my waistband with one hand and pushing Sophie with the other. Back in New York I'd get the occasional whistle from a construction worker, an appreciative glance from a guy on the street. Sixty miles out of the city and I was Shamu in a sweater set.

I had been daydreaming out loud about a vacation I'd probably never take, describing some resort I'd read about in a travel magazine in my gynecologist's waiting room. Private open-air bungalows ... individual swimming pools ... fresh-cut pineapple and papaya set out on the terrace every morning ...

"Can you bring kids?" Kitty had asked.

Startled, I'd said, "Why would you want to?"

"Phil and I take our daughters everywhere," she'd said primly, giving little Madeline a push. "I would never, ever leave them."

"Never ever?" I'd repeated - a little sarcastically, I'm afraid. "Not even for a Friday night at the movies? Not even to go out to dinner? Or for a light snack?"

She'd shaken her glorious hair, a tiny smile - a smug smile, I thought - playing around her lips. "I would never leave them," she'd repeated.

I'd nodded, plastered a smile on my own face, eased Sophie out of the swing, mumbled, "Have a nice weekend" (without realizing until much later that it was Tuesday), hustled all three kids into the van, stuck a DVD into the player, turned up the volume, and muttered the word "freak" all the way home.

Since then, Kitty and I had had a nod-and-wave acquaintance, smiling at each other across the soccer field or the dairy aisle of the grocery store. I didn't want it to go any further than that. But I'd said yes - or "shes" - anyhow. Oh, well. Mindless assent, I thought, and shoved a wayward curl behind my right ear with one shampoo-slick hand. It was what had gotten me three babies and a house in Connecticut in the first place.

"I think we have a friend in common," Kitty said.

I wiped my hands on my thighs. "Oh? Who's that?" For one giddy moment I was completely sure that she was going to say Jesus, and that I'd be stuck listening to a soliloquy about her personal relationship with the Savior and how I needed one myself.

But Kitty answered my question with another one of her own. "You were a journalist, right?"

"Well, that's putting it a little strongly," I said. "I worked at New York Night, and I covered celebrity addiction. Not exactly Woodward and Bernstein stuff. Why?" Here it comes, I thought, bracing myself for the invitation to edit the nursery school newsletter or do a quick polish on the Cavanaugh Christmas card. ("Dear friends! Hope this season of comfort and joy finds you well. It's been a blessed year for the Cavanaugh Clan ...")

"There's something ...," she began. Just then Sam dunked Jack under the water. "Mommy, he's drownding the baby," Sophie observed from the toilet seat, where she was twisting her hair into a chignon. I bent down to drag Jack upright. He was spluttering, Sam was crying, and Kitty said we'd talk on Friday.

At least, I was pretty sure she'd said Friday. Positive, almost. I took a deep breath and lifted the knocker again, noticing the way the Cavanaugh house gleamed under the cloudless blue sky. The hedges were trimmed, the leaves were raked, the windows sparkled, and there were charming arrangements of bittersweet and miniature pumpkins in the window boxes that complemented the dried-red-pepper wreath on the door. Gah. I gave an especially forceful knock, and the door swung open.

"Hello?" I called into the dim, echoing entryway. No answer ... but I could see lights gleaming from the kitchen at the end of the hall, and I could hear music playing, one of the Brandenburg Concertos, which were undoubtedly more edifying than the polka tunes my kids enjoyed. "Kitty? Hello?" I called again. Nothing. The wind kicked up, sending a drift of brown leaves rattling against the hardwood floor. I was starting to get the proverbial bad feeling about this as I wiggled my cell phone out of my pocket, called information, and asked for the Cavanaugh listing at 5 Folly Farm Way.

The operator connected me. Inside the house I could hear Kitty's phone ringing ... and ringing ... and ringing.

"Nobody's home," Sophie said impatiently, bouncing up and down in pink sneakers that did not quite match her orange overalls.

"Hang on," I said. "Hello?" I called into the house. Nothing.

"Mama?" Sophie reached for my hand. The boys looked at each other, their foreheads drawn into identical furrows, plump mouths pulled into matching frowns. The two of them were all curves and dimples and alabaster skin that flushed when they were overheated or upset. Their lashes cast spiky shadows on their cheeks, and their brown hair curled into ringlets so beautiful I'd cried at their first haircuts ... and second ... and third. Unlike her brothers, Sophie was tall and lanky, like her father, with olive skin and fine brown hair that tended toward snarls, not ringlets.

"Stay here. Right here. On the porch. On the pumpkins," I said, in a burst of inspiration. "I want tushies on pumpkins until I say it's okay. And don't close the door!" Sophie must have caught something in my tone because she nodded. "I'll watch the babies."

"We're not babies!" said Jack, with his hands balled into fists.

"Stay here," I said again, and watched Sophie scowl at her brothers as they copped a squat on one of Kitty's perfect pumpkins. I held my breath and walked inside. The Cavanaughs had the same house we did, the Montclaire (six bedrooms, five full baths, hardwood floors throughout). The investors in our development were Italian, plenty of the residents were Jewish, and yet the homes all had names that made them sound like members of the British Parliament. Evidently nobody would buy a model called the Lowenthal or the Delguidice, but if it was the Carlisle or the Bettencourt, we'd be lining up with our checkbooks.

I tiptoed through the entryway, into the warmly lit kitchen, where the solemn notes of the cello and an antique clock's ticking filled the air. No dishes in the sink, no newspapers on the counter, no crumbs on the kitchen table, and no lady of the house that I could see. Then I looked down.

"Oh, God!" I clapped my hand against my mouth and grabbed on to the countertop to keep myself from sliding to the floor. Kitty had gone for the same upgrades that Ben and I had picked. Her countertops were granite, her floors were pickled maple, and the French doors leading to the garden had leaded glass insets. There was a Sub-Zero refrigerator and a Viking range, and between them was Kitty Cavanaugh, facedown on the floor with an eight-inch carbon-steel Henckels butcher's knife protruding from between her shoulder blades.

I ran across the kitchen and knelt in a pool of tacky, cooled blood. She lay arms akimbo, white shirt and hair both a sticky maroon. I felt dizzy as I leaned over her body, queasy as I touched her sticky hair, then tugged at the handle of the knife. "Kitty!"

I'd watched enough cop dramas to know better than to move the body, but it was as if I were floating outside myself, unable to stop my hands as they grabbed her slender shoulders and tried to pull her up into my arms. The music swelled to its crescendo, strings and woodwinds sounding in the still, copper-smelling air as her torso came loose with a sickening ripping sound. I let her go. Her body thumped back onto the floor. I clapped my hands over my mouth to keep from gagging, and stifled another scream.



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Reading Group Guide

Goodnight Nobody
Jennifer Weiner

Life in suburban Upchurch is anything but picturesque for Kate Klein. Along with three small children and a husband who is hardly at home, Kate has to contend with living up to the standards set by her fellow Upchurch mothers. They're designer-clad, perfectly coiffed — at the playground — and feed their kids organic food. They make motherhood look effortless while Kate, with uncombed hair and a stash of bribe lollipops, "hasn't done one single thing right" since moving from Manhattan to this small Connecticut town.
When Kate arrives for lunch at the home of Kitty Cavanaugh and finds the Upchurch mom murdered, she's jolted from her malaise and sets out to uncover the killer. As her investigation heats up, Kate finds out not only that Kitty had a few dark secrets but that they had a mutual acquaintance — a man from Kate's past who will lead her to reexamine the life she's chosen.
In Goodnight Nobody, Jennifer Weiner brings together two compelling tales — an engrossing murder mystery and a poignant story about one woman's quest to save her sanity and sense of self amidst the challenges of motherhood, marriage, and suburbia.

Questions & Topics for Discussion
1. Even when it becomes increasingly dangerous — a threatening note is left on her windshield, her neighbor Lexi Hagen-Holdt disappears — Kate continues her search for the truth. Discuss what compels Kate to get involved in solving Kitty's murder.
2. At the beginning of the story Kate remarks about Kitty, "As far as I was concerned she represented everything that was wrong with my new hometown" (5). Explain how Kate changes her opinion of Kitty as she learns more about her life. Why is Kate so surprised to find out that she and Kitty had a number of things in common?
3. To get Tara Singh to speak with her about Kitty, Kate tells her she's writing a thesis on women and "erasure" (159). Later, when Kate's father asks her if she's looking into Kitty's death she replies, "I'm actually more interested in her life. I'm trying to figure out who she used to be before Upchurch" (164). How do these two statements apply to Kate as well as to Kitty?
4. Kate feels as if she doesn't fit in with the other Upchurch mothers and that they routinely snub her. Yet Sukie later says to her, "You always thought you were the smart one. So smart! So sophisticated! So much better than us dim-bulb mama bears in boring old Connecticut, right?" (354). Using examples from the story to support your opinion, discuss whether Kate was right or wrong in her assumptions about the Upchurch mothers and how they treated her.
5. Ben constantly criticizes Kate, from the incident with the birthday party to his remark about running out of clean shirts to his suggestion that she join a gym. Why does Kate allow Ben to treat her this way? On their first date, Kate thinks, "He is a suitable man. We'll have a suitable life together" (176). Why did Kate choose to marry Ben, especially since there is an obvious lack of passion in their relationship?
6. From their first meeting in the offices of the New York Review, it's clear that Kate and Janie are, in many ways, opposites. What makes their friendship so strong? Why has it endured despite their leading remarkably different lifestyles, most notably with Kate in the suburbs and Janie single and living in the city?
7. The book includes flashbacks to important moments in Kate's life. How do these scenes set in the past provide you with a better sense of Kate's character? What significant details do they reveal about the other characters, including Janie, Ben, and Evan?
8. How much responsibility does Kate bear for the distant relationship she has with her mother? How would Raina measure up according to Laura Lynn Baird's principles for a good mother? Given Raina's past behavior, why does she support Kate so strongly in the months following her daughter's brush with death?
9. What universal themes can be drawn from Goodnight Nobody — about marriage, motherhood, and balancing the two? Does Kate have to choose between fulfilling her obligations to her family and reclaiming her independence, or can she successfully do both? Of the different approaches to motherhood presented in the book, which do you most identify with?
10. Discuss the mystery aspect of the plotline and whether or not you found it convincing, taking into account plot twists, red herrings, and the concealment of the murderer's identity.
11. Kate acknowledges that "before we'd moved [to Upchurch], but even more since the great relocation, I'd find myself daydreaming about how my life could have turned out differently" (182). Given what you've learned about Kate throughout the story, do you think she would return to her former life if given the chance? Why or why not?
12. Why do you suppose Jennifer Weiner chose not to have Kate make a decision about remaining in her marriage with Ben or taking a chance on a relationship with Evan? What do you think the future holds for Kate, romantically and otherwise?
13. If you have read any of Jennifer Weiner's other books (In Her Shoes, Good in Bed, Little Earthquakes), discuss the differences and similarities of Goodnight Nobody to those novels.

Enhance Your Book Club
The title of the novel comes from a phrase in the children's book Goodnight Moon. Give the gift of reading by donating several copies of Goodnight Moon to a local shelter or hospital in your club's name.
Organic carrots? No way! Follow Kate's lead and serve Rice Krispies Treats® at your book club gathering when you discuss Goodnight Nobody. At you'll find more than 60 festive recipes, including Chocolate Pumpkin Eaters (the pumpkins will remind you of the opening scene in the book).
Make up your own mystery game. Take turns reading aloud quotes from Goodnight Nobody and guessing which character said it. Reward the person with the most correct answers with an Uglydoll keychain, which can be purchased at

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readtolive_livetoread More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed Weiner's witty dialogue and wonderful voice. I also enjoyed the backdrop of suburbia, giving the novel a Desperate Housewives-meets-Susan-Isaacs feel to it, but things sort of go downhill about halfway through the story. Kate's life is underdeveloped. Her married life is of very little consequence in the novel. Yes, her husband works a lot and is hardly ever home, and we all know that she's not in love with him, but some more scenes and interactions between them wouldn't have hurt. Most of the scenes center on Kate playing the amateur sleuth, leaving her kids under her friend's care for most of the novel. Her history with Evan McKenna is very interesting, and I would have liked to see more scenes with them together, but again, there is very little of that in the novel. It gave me the impression that even the author herself thought the heroine's life was boring and that is why she devoted most of the story to the whodunit storyline. The ending seems rushed. In the last forty or so pages, it seems that Weiner suddenly remembers that she's almost reached her deadline and has to wrap up the story, so she does a quick resolution regarding Kitty's murder and leaves the heroine's issues unresolved. The unresolved thing is fine with me in books. After all, literature mirrors life, and not everything is wrapped up in a neat little bow in life, but I feel cheated in this one. I would have liked to have known if she'd settle for Ben or risk everything and go for Evan, who is an interesting character in that he's flawed and not a perfect romantic hero (he, after all, is seducing a married woman with kids). It left me feeling as if the heroine's life hadn't been interesting enough to even give it a dignified semi-resolution. Instead of doing that, the author decides to resolve Kitty's parentage, which, to be honest, was of very little interest to me. (Maybe, just maybe, Weiner intends to write a sequel, or turn the whole housewife-slash-sleuth thing into a series, in which case I can understand the loose ends.) Ah, well. Goodnight Nobody is a great, entertaining read. Perhaps you'll enjoy it -- warts and all.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This is definitely my least favorite of all Jennifer Weiner's books. Its not exactly like her other books which made it hard to get into in the beginning, but I did become more interested as i kept reading. Weiner is a great author and everything she writes is just amazing, so yes I would recommend this book. Even if it doesn't seem like much when you first start reading, stick it out because it really does get better.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book had a very slow start, and I almost gave up on it. Once it pulled me in, I had a hard time putting it down. The author did a very good job with all the characters she wrote about.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
fun read
R_Money More than 1 year ago
The first book by Jennifer Weiner that I attempted to read for Good In Bed but I never finished it and never will. I was hesitant to buy this book after having such a bad read with her other book but I was pleasantly surprised. This was a wonerful book that I just could not put down. Finished it in two days because I could not stop turning the page to see what was going to happen next. I'm not hooked on Weiner yet but I will give another one of her books a try and hope it goes just as well.
hellonicole on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
A very entertaining read, Goodnight Nobody is the story of a housewife turned investigator who finds her fellow mommy murdered in her kitchen. Jennifer Weiner's characters are likable even in their flaws. Great for a quick, light read.
jo-jo on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I will have to admit that when I first started listening to this book I didn't think that I would enjoy it. So I can honestly tell you that I think I enjoyed listening to this book more than I would have liked actually reading it. I try not to read too much light fiction, but the mystery aspect of this book held my attention.It seems that Kate lives in the perfect suburb with her husband and three children. Kate finds herself wanting to fit in with the other mothers that she meets at the playground, but with their perfect bodies, children that could do no wrong, and spotless clean homes, she realizes that she could never be like them. When Kitty, who is beautiful on both the outside and inside, invites Kate over to her home, she jumps at the chance of friendship with an adult. Unfortunately, Kate arrives to find Kitty murdered in her home so the friendship was over before it began!After the murder takes place, Kate takes it upon herself to find out why Kitty was murdered and by whom. Kate loves her children but is just not feeling fulfilled with her daily parenting activities. She finds that by focusing on trying to solve this murder case her life once again has more meaning and purpose. She also learns through her investigation that residents in the Upchurch community are not quite as perfect as they appear.Kate calls on the assitance of her best friend Janie, who is a very interesting character. I couldn't help but laugh when Janie drops some Ecstacy into a drink at Kate's home, that happened to be consumed by Kate's mother. She was one of a kind but you got the sense that Janie would be there and do what needed to be done for her friends.We also get a glimpse into Kate's past when she finds herself looking for help from a man that she never imagined that she would have to see again. When she gave him her heart years ago, only to turn his back on her, she really wasn't sure how a professional relationship would work with Evan today. As the attraction between Evan and Kate builds throughout the novel Kate begins scrutinizing her marriage and pondering whether her decision to marry was made in haste.This was an interesting story and although the mystery was solved in a way that seemed reasonable, Kate was still sorting through her personal life at the end of the book and trying to figure out what direction to take. I think I would consider this book a 'cozy mystery', which I don't think I would have enjoyed actually reading, but it was a fun audiobook to listen to.
emhromp2 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This book was a minor disappointment, Weiner's other books are just better. I like the idea, however, that she's trying something different here: Desperate Housewives goes miss Marple.
mmardis on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Brain candy for sure. I enjoyed this book thoroughly and it was the perfect book for a vacation. I don't consider it to be high literature and I'm not sure that I learned anything from the book, but I can't complain. I had some moments of not quite buying the rebel-friend Janie Segal character and her patter seemed a bit canned. The sex scene was a bit nauseating since the narrator had spent much of the book describing her repellent appearance to the reader. I'd have liked more description of Ben, too, since he ultimately gets the girl.
denina on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Entertaining, but the ending left me unsatisfied. The whole Evan-storyline was totally forgotten - I'd have wanted a resolution of some kind to that. *spoilers*Why did she stay with her husband, even though she wasn't happy with him. I don't judge her decision, but I would have liked to hear her explain it to herself at least.
bookwormteri on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I don't think that this woman can write a bad book.
KC9333 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Chick lit mystery. Sometimes the commentary on surburbia is laugh out loud funny, other times the novel is a frustrating tale of a whiny woman who can't find joy in her life and blames her marriage. With no idea what she is doing, Kate barrels ahead, questions suspects, and puts her kids at risk to investigate a murder. Hard to believe and just so so ......
KatharineClifton on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
If there is a more relatable character in current fiction than Kate Klein, I haven't found her yet. At times it seemed like the author was peering into my head and writing my thoughts. Okay, so I don't live in Connecticut, and I didn't stumble upon a quasi-friend's corpse, but I liked Kate, I understood her, and I enjoyed the wild ride that was this murder-mystery adventure.
melydia on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
(unabridged audiobook read by Johanna Parker): Kate Klein is a bored housewife in a boring suburb full of SuperMommy neighbors who look down their noses at her. When the least despicable of them is murdered and the police have no suspects, Kate starts investigating on her own. However, this isn't really a mystery novel. Like Weiner's other novels, it's more about relationships and motherhood - two subjects she tackles expertly and very humorously. The ending is surprisingly satisfying, though not especially tidy. Parker, who also read Little Earthquakes, was a great choice for this story as well. One of these days I'll stop feeling embarrassed for liking Weiner novels. They really are very enjoyable.
birdsam on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Good, light fiction. Well written and interesting. I felt everything tied up a little too quickly at the end though. Will definitely try the author's other books.
ktptcruisin on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
A thrilling twist on her usual storyline, but still pure Weiner and as such terrific writing and a great story!
WittyreaderLI on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
When I first discovered Jennifer Weiner, it was the book "Good in Bed" sitting on my friend's dresser in her college dorm room. I asked her about the book and she said she loved it. And I read it and loved it too. Since then, I've tried to read Weiner's follow ups: In her Shoes, and Little Earthquakes, but I could not get into either one. I began reading Goodnight Nobody with mild skepticsm. ANd sadly, she's 1 for 4. This book started out being a fun and interesting read but quickly turned into a chore, where I actually ended up skipping to the end just to find out who did it. Picture Desperate Housewives but with less interesting pronnounced housewives and a sad sack of a protagnist.
alanna1122 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed this mystery by Jennifer Weiner. I whiped the 400 pages - I think it may have been my fastest read of the year. There is nothing like a book that you feel like carrying around everywhere trying to squeeze in a few pages here and there whenever you have a spare minute or two.That is not to say that it is a perfect book. I had some issues with characters - mainly the main character's not so great judgment in many situations - but that is something that happens in almost all mysteries. In any case - I thought it was great fun.
tresca on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I just finished reading another Jennifer Weiner novel (Good in Bed) right before this one and I found I enjoyed that one much more. The writing is still quite good and the characters will definitely pull you in. Unfortunately, here, Weiner tried to have dual plot lines, one involving a murder mystery. Honestly, if I wanted a murder mystery, I would have picked one up instead. Her endings could also use a bit more resolution for my tastes.
raspberrybee on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This book had so much promise! I read the summary and I thought, "I can't wait to read this!" What a disapointment. The lead character is SO ANNOYING. I could not root for her at all. She was constantly pining after an old flame and she constantly complained about how much she hated her current life in the suburbs. She even went on to wish she could just leave her kids. The plot made no sense and the ending came out of nowhere. This book was crap.
upstairsgirl on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I'm not sure I like Jennifer Weiner's cozy mystery as much as I like her other work, but this book is still fantastic. What she does well, she does extremely well - the oversized, outsider narrator, the warts-and-all view of motherhood and marriage, the sympathetic narrator who nevertheless makes regrettable decisions, the subversion of the expected plot points (happily ever after, fat girl loses weight to get happily ever after, happily ever after must include man, smart woman gets into stupid scrapes by using her secretly delicate brain, etc...). The mystery here is pretty well-constructed, and the denouement is surprising but believable. Weiner's picture of over-wealthy Connecticut suburbia is hilarious and cutting but also very real, and her narrator's sense of physical, emotional, and intellectual isolation in a world of play-dates and Stepford housewives and mommy-and-me classes is so compelling. Weiner's writing is very fresh, as is her perspective, and her characters are well-developed and compelling. It's easy to dismiss novels about women characters, moms, motherhood, and kids as chick lit or as "not serious" but I think Weiner's strength really is the way she treats these topics with a discerning, satirical eye and, in so doing, provokes serious thought about the image and role of motherhood while telling a really entertaining story.
Brandie on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
great, quick read for me! I thought it was a good book - and probably every mother has once felt like the character in this book (being that every one else seems to be so together and yet she is not). And if no one else has, well I have!Great light read!
dkg on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
My least favorite of her books
cefeick on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Weiner's first foray into mysteries isn't terrible. I found it quite entertaining. It is, after all, told in her characteristic voice. But as a mystery, it was only so-so, not edge-of-your-seat suspense.
LivelyLady on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
So how could a "who-dun-it" be funny? Especially with a murder involved??? But somehow Jennifer Weiner pulls it off with Kate, the New York transplant to a Connecticut suburbia, stumbling across the murdered body of another woman. Sprinkled throughout are Kate's disparaging remarks about her own clumsiness and disorganization compared to the polished and perfect other mothers in the neighborhood. Funny, interesting and light!!