Most of the time that means I end up with crappy books. But sometimes I find accidental genius.
Which is the case with The Bride Stripped Bare.
This is an amazing book.
The basic premise is that there is this "perfect couple" that everyone envies. They seem soooooo happy.
Then one day the wife simply disappears.
A year later her mom discovers her diary and the book is the diary.
And, holy fuck was this "perfect wife" a fucking psychopathic nilisht crazy lady. But no one had any clue.
The book itself steals entire passages from "Madam Bovary" but you don't care. Because while Emma Bovary was a boring piece of shit, this "Emma" is way cool, so you give her a pass.
Check out this passage which begins with her finding her husband checking out porn online so she goes to bed alone:
You think of things, in bed, alone. A group of men watching you being penetrated by a broom handle. You don't know the perpetrators. It's not intimate or tender. Sometimes women will be watching the penetration. Candlesticks. Animals. Sometimes women will be the pentrators. And the men. Hands will run over your naked body, parting your legs and probing. And then you will go to sleep."