I had to read this as a book club assignment. I must admit that 1) I would not have chosen this particular story myself & 2) I had to MAKE myself read it. With that being said, I did "get into it" and started to care about her spiraling deeper into herself and her psychosis as she began to identify with the wallpaper. Overall, a short story that makes one wonder and question the human mind; our own as well as others.

I just read this and I wasn't ready for it to end. I was so caught up in the intensifying insanity, it ended so abruptly. That was the only thing I didn't like about this short story. I was caught up in the madness and couldn't help wondering how the author was so convincing without being mad herself. I understand now why it's under feminist literature because of the way her husband ignored and denied her madness. I noticed similarities to Madame Bovary. The husband were both physicians that made efforts to help but were totally ill prepared to deal with their wives' ailments. In a weird way it also reminded me of a program I just heard on NPR about a woman soldier who came back from Afganistan with PTSD and the psychologists didn't believe her because women aren't supposed to be in combat. But she was. Her salvation, her solution she found was in writing about it. It may not be a cure for the insanity but we all need to write because we all have a story bubbling up inside of us, just dying to get out and be shared with the world.