I sat in the sun today and finished reading Madame Bovary– I don’t feel forever changed- the way that Doctor McClaughlin said I would be, but oh well, it was a good story. Is that a sort of blasphemy, for an English major- to call Madame Bovary a good story? Perhaps…
I get it… I just don’t particularly care- She was bored. She thought love and life should be more. So, she created turmoil… it became too much- she expired (after eating way too much arsenic). C’est le vie.