*whines* It's still miserable, windy winter here!! How do I combat the chills this induced? *shudder*
Whenever I read stories like this, I remember that quote "novels win by points, short stories by knock outs". I know I was already whimpering one page in. I finished with a wiki-walk and... How come every interpretation is so... mild? compassionate? forgiving?... of the husband?
I get time and society marching on, and symbolism, but how come picking the barred, dreary, ex-nursery with mismatched furniture and a purposely for that visit nailed down bed makes any but malicious sense?
No monster, no gore, but hell, psychological mind-fucks will forever get me shivering