One of my favourites!

One of those classics that has been waiting on my shelf for way too long. I really enjoyed this book. Although the story is not very special (Emma dreams of a more royal living, is adulterous and goed bankrupt, her husband Charles is too much in love to see what happens), but written beautifully. Normally I will state these kind of books quite easiliy as dull, but not this time. The story is exiting and tells about Emma, but also about the Charles is doing as doctor. A nice break in the hysterical love life of Emma. Recommended!

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I enjoyed this classic more than I thought I would and did not dislike Emma at all, more I felt sorry for her. This book was hard going at times and I sometimes got lost in the dialogue but it was worth persevering with to its bitter end. ( )

For a romance I found this surprisingly enjoyable. Emma marries Charles Bovary but quickly finds herself bored with him and begins a series of affairs with other men.

This book has everything I hate: romance, marriage troubles, affairs, and an annoying main character, yet for some reason I kind of liked it. I probably wouldn't read it again, but it wasn't bad while I did read it. ( )

In the intro to this book, the editor discusses Flaubert's passion for writing and his desire to have every sentence and word perfect so that he often spent days reworking a single paragraph. The work paid obviously paid off because he has succeed in creating a book so full of amazing imagery and sheer beauty of words that I was continually astounded. I don't know whether to pity or hate Emma. I certainly pity Charles and dislike Rodolphe. However, everyone seems to have a little of Emma's personality in them by wanting the things you do not or cannot have. A timeless, classic book with captivating writing - the scene where she eats the arsenic with her bare hands while they are having dinner in the other room - just amazing. That's all I can say.A couple of my favorite quotes:"A demand for money, being of all the winds that blow upon love, the coldest and most destructive.""We must not touch our idols. The gilt sticks to our fingers." ( )