(7/8/2023)
Not quite. But I loved the movie. I rooted so hard for Mia Farrow, hated her husband and her creepy neighbors. In the end, she was a mother and she wanted to take care of that little monster. I rooted for Anna the same. After all she'd been through I wanted her to have her baby. But there was no denying that something was going on; her stalkers, her hallucinations, her weird obsession with raw meat, and, oh my, her constant pain. Everyone was suspect and no one could be trusted, including her husband. I'm the end, she was also able to have a baby and to finally be a mother. This book is also something more. It's a metaphor for the lack of support for pregnant mothers who suffer pain, discomfort and weird cravings and are told to take an aspirin or take a bath. We, as mothers, need a support system, maybe not witches!, of women who know the pain and discomfort of pregnancy and know what to do and how to hold each others hands. I probably wouldn't recommend this book for pregnant women but for anyone who has given birth, it's a yes