You know, clearly love and houses do go hand in hand. And by "houses" I mean "homes". It doesn't matter if it's a house or an apartment or a condo or a loft... What matters is the memories you create there.
Amazon.com ReviewLove and Houses, by Marti Leimbach, is a very entertaining book, at times even laugh-out-loud funny. The narrator, Meg Howe, is 37 years old, seven months pregnant, and newly separated from her husband, Andy. She is also literally between homes because she and Andy bought one house before selling their apartment and are now saddled with two mortgages they can barely afford to pay. To Meg, houses and relationships are inextricably entwined.
If Meg seems a little flip, it's only because she's fighting to maintain her equilibrium. As Leimbach peoples her novel with old friends, old lovers, eccentric but lovable errant husbands, and new babies, houses stand for stability. When her friend Carla asks Meg why she cares so much about "a house, a mere structure," Meg responds: "It's what it means."