A review by truestorydesu
Thérèse Raquin by Émile Zola

3.0

Funny, I feel like I've read this book before. Well, not as much "read" as "watched on the Investigation Discovery channel." Seriously, this book reads like a bad reenactment on one of those ID shows - woman has an affair with her husband's friend, woman and her lover decide to murder the husband to be together - they succeed in murdering the husband, and then what happens? Do they get together and live happily ever after? Ha, nope. Nope - instead they slowly turn on each other and hate each other and everything goes to crap because they're all terrible, self-centered people. Seriously, nobody in this book had any redeeming or sympathetic qualities. Everyone was a douche - just like those people in the awful investigation discovery shows.

Ah, mid-19th century France. Never change.