This is a classic and was also made into a movie. So, it is possible that most of you have already read it or seen the movie or both.
I read the book without having seen the movie and so I cannot tell you how it compares with the movie or how the movie deviates from the book.
But I found the story extremely fascinating and the style of storytelling superb. The simple conversations take an ominous twist and the tension mounts relentlessly, as Rosemary suspects a plot against the baby at every turn and is convinced by all reasonable means otherwise, repeatedly.
The story is about Rosemary and her husband Hutch, who manage to get their dream apartment in New York. All seem well, even though their friend Hutch tries to warn them off that apartment because of the statistically improbable high number of deaths that have happened there. She gets to know her neighbours, Roman and Minnie Castavets, through a girl they saved from the street and adopted, Terry.
Guy and Roman seem to hit it off pretty well and Rosemary’s happiness is complete when she discovers that she is pregnant. The mildly nosy Castavets and their friends are a minor annoyance, and Guy’s career seems to skyrocket, thanks to a freak accident that incapacitates a major rival. What if she has not been able to meet any of the friends she had before? What if she is in constant pain? What if Guy seems to inexplicably hide minor things? These are surely minor irritations in the general good fortune with the baby and everything else, right?
The ending may disappoint some (as it did me) but to tell more of the story would be to give a lot away. I assume there are surely some of you out there who have not read the book or seen the movie.
The story telling style reminded me of Louis Sachar, who wrote Holes (reviewed elsewhere in this group) and he has a great knack for escalating the tension a slight notch every time and almost a Hitchcock-like ability to keep you glued to the edge of the seat.
A great book that I thoroughly enjoyed, I will give it a 8/10
— Krishna