I wish there had been a bit more background on this one, but I‘m not too mad about it. This was an interesting read. We‘re never really sure if King is crazy or correct. It reminded me of all the ways we hurt/are hurt in the name of love: “I‘m doing this for your own good,” “I do this because I love you,” etc. It made me think about the power of abuse, the vulnerability of women, and the fact that we can never really *know* anyone.