Well that was bleak! Ethan Frome by Edith Wharton is basically a cautionary tale on romance in rural New England winter, miserable marriage, doomed affair, and a sled ride that makes you want to yell abort mission! Beautifully written, sure, but wow…that was depressing.
The most repressed protagonist, the most internalized sexism (which yeah, classic early 1900s), and the most ridiculous, melodramatic ending in the world.
Ethan is actually an NPC undeserving of a book title.