First we had "chick lit" and now it's time for "mommy lit." So Jennifer Coburn sojourns into the land of the dispossessed, the world where mothers lose all sense of self-identity and dedicate their totally fettered lives to their offspring. This is no light matter, yet Coburn manages to lend the familiar nursing and wailing infant scenarios more than a spark of wit.

What is far more crazy is the relationship that the narrator, Lucy Klein, has with her husband or perhaps it would be more appropriate to say two people living in the house as husband and wife while he brings home his girlfriend - all so that he can experience the fatherhood he never had. Hmm, what's the matter with this picture and will Lucy wake up to some rather normal feelings? Or is this also a new rage, sort of like swapping roles?

Lucy is also writing for some rather classy magazines while she is mothering and befriending her dud husband, Jack.

There are multiple funny moments such as when the spectacular Barney appears at a birthday party - a wee bit drunk - and of course disaster strikes!

All of this and more make for an interesting and amusing read, perhaps not as plausible as Coburn's first masterpiece, but definitely a new take on being a "mommy" to both infant and spouse!

Fascinating!