by Gustave Flaubert
This is one of those honors English books that is an obligation to read more than an enjoyment. It involves a disgruntled housewife who wasn't satisfied with what she had in life, and this led to her ultimate demise. These stories can annoy me at times because it's all about communication with her husband about expectations, and so many people just don't do that. I was fully expecting the story to end with the main character banging her head against the wall upset that she didn't see what she had until it was too late. So I will say that the end surprised me, but I'm not sure that her lack of repentence made the book any more enjoyable.
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