This review was commissioned by Harper Collins.

The Wrong Kind of Woman has the dark, sleepy feel of many movies from the 70s, which is fitting since it is set in that era as well; it starts with a tragedy, it delves into the existential tragedy and dread of being, mixed with the inevitable observations of terrifying truths a stay at home Mom faces when the sole breadwinner of the family dies unexpectedly, and young at that.

Crow’s writing is very solid, and the story moves forward, ambling toward an ending that makes sense, however, it is all dry for something that still manages to be a page turner at the same time.

For the lovers of a good, solid tragedy this will fit that bill nicely; for me, it left me sad and pondering my own existential dread. Crow is a great writer, however, this story was not for me.

3 stars.