It is not surprising that "Alice May," described as a "successful romanticfiction writer," has chosen to write "Surviving Betrayal" under apseudonym. The book is gimmicky, offering advice to women whose husbandshave gone astray in a format perfected for those stand-up calendars fromwhich you rip a page every day; and these "meditations" have all thewisdom of Jerry Springer's Final Thought. Perhaps May wishes to protecther family, since, as she writes in the introduction, her husband was"obsessed with affairs and pornography" and compulsively cheated on her.
But May's chief crime is her sniveling solipsism: "Today I will journal,"she writes with animosity toward proper English. "I will open my heart ona blank page and learn something about my emotions, my circumstances, myprogress." Or maybe it's cryptic mysticism: "Today I will hear the messageof hope." Or pathetic resignation: "Today I can weather a humiliatingsituation without humiliating myself."
Even if such advice strikes you as helpful, no need to buy "SurvivingBetrayal"; it doesn't get better than what you just read above.