“What Alice Forgot” is a typical Liane Moriarty book in the sense that there is plenty of suspense centered around the minutiae of a suburban Australian life. The story wasn’t particularly fast paced, though I found myself caring about the characters and the secrets they kept quite a bit. For me, the true depth of this story is found in the ending; in the realization that a decade of memories can make all the difference in the world when it comes to who we are, what we want, and what matters to us. “Young Alice” is not the true Alice, as we are led to believe. Rather, the Alice that has been marred by the emotional cost of a decade; the one who spends the majority of the book being portrayed as a cynical, bitchy harpy, is in fact the real one. But then, even that is not necessarily correct because by the end of the book we see that Real Alice lies somewhere in between the two. As a woman reaching the reality of love and marriage and domesticity after a period of youthfully imagining it, this message spoke to me in a personal way. I quite enjoyed this book and I would recommend it to anyone looking for an easy book to unwind with.