Cathleen Schine, She Is Me, 2003.

One might expect a book structured around Madame Bovary to be, perhaps, a bit more insightful about the nature of the human psyche. One might hope that such a book not be as trite as this one was. One might even hope to be reasonably entertained.

Sometimes I finish a book, and don't understand why I bothered. I finished this book, and wished I had been rereading Julian Barnes' Flaubert's Parrot instead. Or perhaps even something by M. Flaubert himself.