The Wife was typical of the genre.  It was set up with an ambiguous event that would implicate the characters and future events.  We were given loaded dialogue, a perfect husband and family but something missing, there’s always something missing.  The prologue sets the tone; apparently everyone knows that the events don’t add up, but the protagonist, Zoe, is just living in blissful ignorance.  I didn’t enjoy this one as much as the last Shalini novel I read, but that’s not to say this isn’t a good book, I did want to race through the chapters but, the believability was niggling in the back of my mind.  The Wife examines…