“My husband has no name; he is my husband, he belongs to me.”

Unhinged story about unhinged people. It started off interesting, but there were instances where I got bored of the repetitiveness of it all.

I liked the descriptions of everyday as a different emotion/colour and how the shades of each colour might change as the day goes on. The idea of an obsessive woman keeping notes and tracking everything about her husband was fascinating. That's why I am not sure how I feel about the epilogue.

But an interesting book nonetheless.