An English family, complete with a private school girl, spend the summer vacation in Spain. If this sounds like “rich, white people problems”, it pretty much is (except for the husband’s secret, which I quickly identified).
Jen covets her stepdaughter’s boyfriend. When they engage in physical activity, is it real…or just a figment of Jen’s imagination? I think the latter, though there could be arguments either way, and because this is “literary fiction”, there may not be a clear answer.
The seaside Spanish setting is lovely, but the boring characters plod along. An underwhelming novel.