A refreshingly honest, laugh-out-loud novel about losing the life you always wanted…and finding the life you were meant to have.
For the last ten years, Agnes Parsons’s biggest challenge has been juggling yoga classes and lunch dates. Her Santa Monica house staff takes care of everything, leaving Agnes to focus on her trophy-wife responsibilities: look perfect, adore her older husband, and wear terribly expensive (if uncomfortable) underwear.
When her husband disappears, leaving Agnes and their infant daughter with no money, no home, and no staff, she is forced to move across the country, where she lands a job teaching at an all-boys boarding school in the Bronx. So long, organic quinoa bowls and sunshine-filled California life. Hello, processed food, pest-infested house, and twelve-year-old-boy humor—all day, every day.
But it’s in this place of second chances (and giant bugs), where Agnes is unexpectedly forced to take care of herself and her daughter, where she finds out the kind of woman she can be. Ultimately, she has to decide if she prefers the woman and mother she has become…or the trophy life she left behind.
Authentic and sharply witty, Trophy Life is proof that granny panties and mom coats might not be the answer to everything; they’re simply comfortable (if slightly unattractive) reminders of what happens when one life ends…and real life begins.
This is a story about a woman learning to become independent and grow confidence in herself again.
Agnes used to be a preschool teacher, until she was swept off her feet by the rich, and much older Jack. They got married and he kept her a pampered and happy bride. After ten years of a comfortable marriage, Agnes is now the mother of a toddler Grace. Agnes has her husband to take all the decisions, a caretaker and a nanny to do all the work for her. Until Jack makes a big mistake that costs them the life they know it is.
Agnes is forced to move to New York with Gracy all alone, while Jack goes into hiding without any warning. Agnes, after a long time, has to take care of herself. She is forced to become a middle-school teacher of boisterous boys, contact her husband through his colleague, and feed her daughter all by herself. What a tragedy!
Agnes was a little too acquiescent for my taste, and a lot forgiving of her husband. It takes her almost all the book to realize that she can live on her own, and not be a casualty of another man. But she’s a very real character and the author writes an honest story about flawed characters. I liked the scenes with her class and how she slowly wins them over. The ending was a little too abrupt. I’d have liked a more resolute ending.
This book is not perfect by any stretch. But it’s certainly a refreshing tale about a woman finding her feet.