The term, "Stepford Wife" is so well-known today, it's hard to believe it all started with this little novella. In it, Joanna and her husband move out of the big city to the idyllic suburb of Stepford, Connecticut, where life seems perfect. Joanna hopes to be active in Women's Lib activities but soon finds all the wives in town want nothing more than to cook and clean. And all the husbands go to the Men's Association every night. Why?
Having loved the 1975 movie version of The Stepford Wives, I expected the book to be just as intense, but it was a big let-down. The book isn't the least bit scary - or interesting. The writing is spare and uninvolving, the characters sketchy and bland, and there's no action. The story is frozen in 1972 with all the references to Betty Friedan and NOW.
If you're looking for thrills and chills, watch the movie. Even the silly 2004 remake is more interesting than the book.