nine.

In the last section of the book, which is what this is, Rebecca has finally settled down. Found herself a fairly stable man, who loves her very very much. Her son is growing up to be the famous pianist that she wanted him to be. Everything is falling in to place. It's actually a bit of a disappointing ending. She's getting the happily ever after that you always hear about in fairy tales and stories made up by your mother to make you sleep at night. Yes, hypothetically she does deserve it. She lost both her brothers when she was fairly young, her dad killed her mom and than himself and almost killed her, but instead she just watched, than she married young to the first man she slept with who killed her first baby, got her pregnant a second time and than beat the crap out of her and her second child, so she finally runs away scared looking over her shoulder all the time, until she eventually settles down. It doesn't seem fair, but as our parents so often like to point out, life isn't fair. Just another cliche to hate. In a perfect world that is the ending she would get, but it seems like nothing works out like that. It's too....hollywood. A messed up life wouldn't have a perfect ending, just like a perfect life wouldn't have a perfect ending. Also there is no such thing as a perfect life, but that's more of a different topic. I just think that if this book was being true to it's so clearly pessimistic nature, and following the natural events in this no longer young woman's life, then the ending would not be a happily ever after. More like a Grimm fairy tale or real life. Like the difference between a homemade crappy movie for a language arts outside reading book report, and a smooth as butter colorful rendition on the big screen that captures the story perfectly.