In the book, the way he made me feel like a fool was so subtle yet cutting. It wasn't through grand gestures or dramatic confrontations, but through tiny, almost invisible digs—backhanded compliments, 'forgetting' important details I'd shared, or framing my actions as naive. The author built this dynamic so masterfully that I didn't even realize I was being undermined until the emotional payoff hit. Half the time, I found myself questioning whether I was overreacting, which just added to the brilliance of the portrayal.
The real kicker? The other characters barely noticed. It made the isolation of being gaslit feel even more palpable. By the end, I was flipping pages furiously, equal parts furious and impressed by how well the narrative mirrored real-life power imbalances.