by Katherine Hastings
If you throw logic, reason, and believability to the wind, you can produce a whomping good novel. This one. A newly widowed lady is lost and bewildered by her status in life--she has money, freedom and independence and not a clue what to do with it. Then a trio of neighbor widows come knocking on her door and ask her to join in the Widows Club of Wilder Lane. Ii made up that name) but it is true they all live on Wilder Lane and form a club of sorts. And off they go--to a friendly companionship based on afternoon get-togethers and knitting lessons.
Not for long, since three of the four of them hate knitting. Instead they get roaringly, deliciously drunk and decide to live out their wildest fantasies.
It's a hoot. With a lot of hooties, too.
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