Woman No. 17

“A story packed with such wicked and wickedly funny confessions about a host of hallowed subjects. . . . Lepucki’s witty lines arrive as dependably as afternoon playtime, but her reflection on motherhood and women’s friendships is deadly serious. . . .The disclosures that Lepucki engineers in this smart novel are sometimes painful, sometimes hilarious, always irresistible.”—Ron Charles, Washington Post 

“A sexy family drama featuring dual protagonists as well as sex, art, mothers and mutism.”—Los Angeles Daily News

“A dark and clever tale about motherhood and the complexity of friendships.”—SFWeekly

“Woman No. 17 reads like a Hollywood Hills film noir . . . the dialogue is sharp, the fragrance of the wilting air palpable.”—Seattle Times

“With Woman No. 17, Lepucki has succeeded in revealing a simple truth: mothers are human—flawed and difficult and impossible to hold at arm’s length.”—Paste

“Female friendships, artists, twisted secrets, motherhood, and the posh and drama-filled hills of Los Angeles — if that doesn’t sound like a novel your mom will literally gobble up in a day or two, we give up. This risqué and mesmerizing read by New York Times bestselling author Edan Lepucki will make your mom race through the addictive pages of Woman No. 17 in no time (and we wouldn’t be surprised if she rereads it again and again).”—PopSugar

“Tensions are expertly spun by Edan Lepucki through the heat of the end of summer in LA. . . . Woman No. 17 starts and finishes in the here and now, and shows up the fragility of the facade of civilization that we all in the Western world, be it in American or Europe, like to think we hold up.”—Electric Literature

“[A] Hollywood noir about the electric bonds between women . . . this one is a safe bet for beach season.”—The Week

“Lepucki’s brisk style and arresting characterizations make for a compelling portrait of womanhood in the present moment, right down to its intriguing integration of social media.”—Publishers Weekly

“An acidly inquisitive domestic drama set in the Hollywood Hills and anchored to depthless questions of identity, family, and art. . . . Lepucki’s arch and provocative tale of elaborate and privileged dysfunction poses sharp questions about inheritance, self-expression, and love.”—Booklist

“In Woman No. 17, Lepucki has crafted an intricate, gripping story of people behaving very badly. You will want to race to the end to see what happens, but don’t cheat yourself. This book deserves to be savored –gorgeously written, darkly comic, smart and thrilling.”—Cynthia D’Aprix Sweeney, New York Times bestselling author of The Nest