Truth be told, Norman Daniels is one of the worst fictional villains I’ve had the pleasure of reading about. Or she turned to her insane counterpart from the painting. If I may borrow the term “horcrux” from Harry Potter, the epilogue looked like Norman created one in his wife. Especially when you have (successfully) built so much hate in the reader’s mind for Norman Daniels. By the end of the book, you just go “Meh.” It’s so anticlimactic, so implosive, that you start wondering if this is how he planned to end the book. It starts out great, but then fizzles out. This one on the other hand dwindles into itself. That’s what we call the climax of the book. Now, any work of fiction builds up a crescendo and then sort of explodes at the end. It started off with a realistic plot – wife who is a victim of domestic abuse, psychopathic husband who you wanna kill, and the wife’s decision to leave him after fourteen years of being married to him. In fact, the element of paranormal in this book was too Alice Through The Looking Glass for me. It’s sort of strange-hand-grabs-your-neck-in-the-dark kinda creepy in places. In fact, I mistook it for another one of King’s works, whose title I cannot remember. When I saw the cover, I thought this is gonna be real scary. And they say if you’re thinking of writing a book, Stephen King has probably already published it.īut some of those very same highly acclaimed plots just don’t click with me. The man is brilliant with words – he can draw pictures with words. I love his style of writing and that’s an understatement. For Rosie to survive, for her to have a chance in her brave new world, she must enter her own myth-a world that lies beyond the surface of a work of art-and become a woman she never knew she could be: Rose Madder.I have strangely mixed feelings about the works of Stephen King. Rose-maddened and on the rampage, Norman Daniels becomes a force of relentless terror and savageness, a man almost mythic in his monstrosity. The fact that he's losing his mind might even be an advantage.

Her husband is a cop, with the instincts of a predator. Still, it's hard for Rosie not to keep looking over her shoulder, and with good reason.

It may be bad art but it's perfect for her new apartment-and somehow, it seems to want her as much as she wants it. Meeting Bill Steiner is one and finding a junk-shop painting is another.

She'll worry about all the rest later.Īlone in a strange city, she begins to make a new life, and good things start to happen. She uses her husband's ATM card to buy a bus ticket, determined to lose herself in a place where Norman won't find her. Roused by a single drop of blood on the bedsheet, Rosie Daniels wakes from fourteen years of a nightmare marriage and suddenly takes flight.

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