I remember reading Madame Bovary for the first time.  I was in my early twenties.  At the end, after she had died, I thought to myself – is that it?  I couldn’t see what I was missing.  A year or so later I read it again, and from almost the first page, I knew: Ah, this was what I was missing.

-21 August 2016

This post is part of the I Remember series.