Fiction

They are "suspense" books about married women in their thirties or forties who are wealthy enough to get themselves embroiled in unlikely shenanigans that they can engage in without the necessity of spending much time on working or childcare.

Big Little Lies is the quintessential book of this genre. The "who" of the whodunit was a supreme letdown and the characters all reveled in vapid.

Many of them are billed as "the next Gone Girl" when none of them even remotely resembles Gone Girl. The Woman in the Window is an example of this.

Most of them have covers that are a woman's or women's faces that are half hidden behind something.

But they do REALLY well, and now it seems like every book out there is about a woman in her thirties or forties who is in trouble and who does a lot of name dropping of the stores she shops in and the products she buys and why she likes or doesn't like the other women around her in their thirties or forties.