This book was written like a poem in that you are reading the main character's thoughts through most of it, and the meaning is rarely simplistic. Since she is going through a pretty tragic crisis, the thoughts are scattered and at times become boring. It is not bad writing, but this was pretty boring. I kept waiting for something to happen, but nothing really did.
This book got four stars from Amazon.com
One of the reviews;
Sneaking in and out of hotel rooms without registering--which, let's face it, is the final eradication of identity for any business traveler--Claire first seduces an 18-year-old, then manages to get in bed with the boy's father. Zeidner records these trysts with superb, hypersensitive relish, finding fresh ways to write about that topic, too. "Sex is a story you know the ending of," she notes. "More or less the same story with the same ending, every time. Yet we want to keep hearing it, the way a child listens to a fairy tale, vigilant for variation." Still, Layover is anything but a bedroom farce. As Claire bounces between erotic encounters, she is unraveling before our eyes, and Zeidner's real subject turns out to be not body but soul.