Alluring, compelling, startlingly honest and darkly funny, Fault Lines is a bittersweet love story and a daring exploration of modern relationships. 

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Mizuki is a Japanese housewife. She has a hardworking husband, two adorable children and a beautiful Tokyo apartment. It's everything a woman could want, yet sometimes she wonders whether it would be more fun to throw herself off the high-rise balcony than spend another evening not talking to her husband and hanging up laundry.

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Then, one rainy night, she meets Kiyoshi, a successful restaurateur. In him, she rediscovers freedom, friendship, a voice, and the neon, electric pulse of the city she has always loved. But the further she falls into their relationship, the clearer it becomes that she is living two lives - and in the end, we can choose only one. 

'I didn't set off on a course to destroy my good name (ha! Did I ever have one?) or my family's domestic bliss because MTV made me a bit teary or my husband was lax with the housework. But they were all indicators, I suppose, that trouble was brewing. They were the peeling paint and broken windowpanes of my home. Some houses can stay standing forever - there's a village near where I grew up where the entire population aged and died, and it's still sitting there in this valley, untouched for years. Typhoons and earthquakes, scorching summers and snow have ravaged the buildings, but on they stand. I could have done it too; gone on indefinitely without deciding to pose a wrecking ball above everything my life is made of. There's no defining reason for it in the creaks and cracks of my average housewife life. But then I met Kiyoshi. He's the reason.'