I started reading Madame Bovary in French. It turns out it’s a lot easier than I anticipated, and I’m enjoying it. I feared it was going to be like my Proust experience from a few years back when I had to keep flipping through the dictionary for them fancy-pants literary French words, but it's not. Flaubert's writing is plain and clear to me.
I’m at around page 60. Emma and Charles have just gotten married. He’s happy, but she’s already miserable, bored and regretting her decision. I smell trouble...
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you international gal, you
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