Douglas Petersen may be mild-mannered, but behind his reserve lies a sense of humor that, against all odds, seduces beautiful Connie into a second date and eventually into marriage. Now, almost three decades after their relationship first blossomed in London, they live more or less happily in the suburbs with their moody seventeen-year-old son, Albie; then Connie tells him she thinks she wants a divorce.

The timing couldn’t be worse. Hoping to encourage her son’s artistic interests, Connie has planned a month-long tour of European capitals, a chance to experience the world’s greatest works of art as a family, and she can’t bring herself to cancel. And maybe going ahead with the original plan is for the best anyway. Douglas is privately convinced that this landmark trip will rekindle the romance in the marriage and might even help him bond with Albie.

Narrated from Douglas’s endearingly honest, slyly witty, and at times achingly optimistic point of view, Us is the story of a man trying to rescue his relationship with the woman he loves and learning how to get closer to a son who’s always felt like a stranger.

Did not read as it's not really my thing. Hope someone else gets to enjoy it!

Off to a new home to someone who actually would like to read the book instead of just sitting abandoned on my shelf! Enjoy!

Thanks claudia_amorim for sending me this book from my wishlist! Looking forward to reading it.

I enjoyed this book, a very good read. Now ready to carry on its journey.

Sent to WormyOne as a RABCK, enjoy!

Thank you for this RABCK! How very K you are! :-D

I'm looking forward to reading it.

Wonderful, although I struggled around the middle as the funny-sad balance tipped more to sad than funny.

That's not the reason I knocked off a star: that was due to Nicholls (on p190) making an equivalence between dating men who are vain, bad-tempered, unreliable, temperamental, who have drug or alcohol issues, who steal or cheat, who are married, manic-depressive or a psychopath - and dating men who are bisexual. The negative implication about bisexuals, presumably that they're unreliable and likely to be unfaithful, had me spitting feathers.

Otherwise, I recommend it.

On seats, on the concourse.