Die, my Love- A Book Review (What lack of Solitude does to you)

When you’re away, every second of silence is followed by a hoard of demons infiltrating my brain. 
The book is about one thing and one thing alone (to me, every person has their own interpretation), solitude. The necessity of solitude is at its highest for a mother after she has given birth. Forget the usual notions about maternal instincts and wanting to be near the baby. Every part of this book somehow signifies that one essential need of being selfish, self-indulgent and in solitude.
But it isn’t possible for our protagonist who has just become a mother. While her husband is out working, she is stuck with the baby and thus begins the madness.
All the time spent in the forests, hating the relatives and presence of other people, constantly needing the attention of her husband while also wanting to be as far away as possible, everything leads down to that one thing. Not the hatred for the baby, or the loss of the independence that she once had before, not the physical seclusion of staying in that premise, A French ranch- but the mental seclusion.
It shows in the way she can’t read anymore because she is not even alone with her thoughts anymore. The animals as metaphors, the extramarital affair, the hallucinations or perhaps exaggerated truth, all for some mental peace. maybe she wanted the marriage to fail, for the baby to leave. maybe it would be the only way to find some seclusion. Much like an insomniac who would go to any extremes to find sleep after the passing of each sleepless night.
Actually, now it reminds me of the movie ‘Taxi Driver’, but then again, that is just my interpretation.
Night is falling and so it begins: the decline, the anxiety, the descent into an altered state. I’m afraid of the harm I could cause. 
Even the nights, that is usually the alone time for anyone is not hers anymore.
But that is all about the protagonist. now it comes with the narration and the writing. The themes are so intensely so forcefully shoved at you, that you have no choice but to see the truth in its raw, real and unfiltered form.
There were times when I didn’t like this book. It was suffocating with its purple prose and so many metaphors and narration like it chokes you with poisonous flowers.
But in the end, I guess that is all its charm.