There is something beautiful and more than beautiful about these women who enjoy their kitchens, who love all the rooms of domesticity. Jane gives us wives, book club ladies and hostesses, in Manhattan or Westchester, well groomed and well mannered and well off, obedient to husbands or mothers in law or schedules. Some are jolly and educated New Englanders, old and odd, wealthy and artsy and irrepressible. The plot? It is as comforting as warm bread, about women organizing people and things; themselves and each other. One woman most of all: Callie Perry, who has always been the happy center of many friendships.
There is a yummy baked goods kitchen feeling, because the woman baking the cookies has an organized sense of her world, she has friends, one dead and one living ex-husband, girl-children, and flour in her pantry. But — and there are 50 years worth of buts– she also has a daughter that miscarries, and friends with bad husbands and gruesome stories, and fears that don’t go away with the rules of the Cookie Club.