The difference between Disgrace and Madapple, however, is that in the end, I felt like a better person for having read Disgrace, while Madapple left me feeling…contaminated. The last book that upset me this much, that caused me many sleepless nights, was Disgrace by J.M. Finally, I expected it to be forgettable, but I doubt I’ll forget this for the rest of my life. I certainly never thought it would delve so deep into the connections between paganism and Christianity. I never expected it to be about child abuse, kidnapping, drugs and incest, but it was. You see, I expected it to be paranormal (although I’m not sure why), and it wasn’t. Had I known what was ahead of me, I don’t think I would have picked it up. When I started Madapple yesterday, I had no idea what I was signing up for.
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