The Housemaid Book Review 소설 & 이야기

She pressed the soft mattress that she was sitting on, as her smooth yellow skin felt better after sleeping on the bed and waking up. It was actually the first time that Olima had slept so long without having anyone to disturb her or to jump down from her bed and run up to the kitchen like a mad woman to arrange the whole house to look neat before her stepmother would wake up. Olima shook her head as she realized that being a maid wasn't easy. Yet despite all the maid's efforts, the maid would still be looked down upon and even given peanuts to eat, while the one who didn't even suffer or make any attempt to clean the house would relax in the comfort of the neat house and receive all the pra

I rolled my eyes, throwing my gaze towards the living room area making sure to avoid Grey’s intimidating stare on me. “Fine…” my dad response was short “Good morning… Mother” “Morning darling” she smiled, staring at me with those fake caring eyes. Honestly sometimes I wonder how mum keep up with her act especially in front of people, this woman would never call me anything other than Miranda when we’re alone but this is her fake caring in front of our guest. “This is Mrs. Calloway,” my father said, gesturing briefly. “Our new housemaid.” I nodded once. Then his gaze shifted slightly.

"At least no one will be sending me errands like a maid." "Like a maid?" Rothchild stared back at her again. "As if you are not one. They are not treating you like a maid, you were actually a maid, and guess what? You will still be a maid in my new house. The only difference is that you will have one master, and that one master is me."

" With a single sentence, my mate dismissed every sacrifice I had made for this household. He was tired of me, yet he still craved my cooking. No—because he thought I was the cheapest maid. A bitter laugh slipped past my lips as I pressed the pen down and signed my name. After Lucas left, I went to meet Ms. Murphy. On my way, I ran into Amy, who was watering the flowers in front of her house. She greeted me with her usual cheerfulness. "Mrs. Howl, did you and Mr. Howl fight? He stormed out this morning, looking furious. He'd even asked me for a sandwich."

It was a document that contains the information about the right attitude of maids that was written by Sarai’s mother. The document was a rough sketch of how the whole book will be and how each expression will be dealt with. I was just thinking about how possible such books will be here. Also, the version of that book o am aware of has the name of the new head maid in it. That leaves me with the question of who is lying or being truthful. I thought to myself that I need to act silly but since there’s not so much time for that, I have to do what I’ve got to do to make sure I have the chances to do that later.

She was also surprised about how the study was so clean and the books were neatly arranged on the shelf, they were all set neatly, and there was nothing like stain or liters on the floor in the study. Blair was wondering why there were so many maid in the house he doesn’t even live in, now she understands why. The mansion was so big that ten maids wouldn’t be able to keep it as clean as it was, that was the needs for so many maids. The mansion was so cleans and she and she saw their works, even the maids at the palace wouldn’t do a great job like this.

“I had Chef prepare it especially. I remembered it was your favourite dessert. It was your mother’s too wasn’t it?” Wren’s teeth clenched involuntarily, slightly. How dare she even mention her mother? Anthonia continued, “It’s wonderful what you've accomplished, especially considering everything. A failed marriage, starting over from nothing, making your way up without any….” She smiled, “Most women in your situation would have crumbled.” Wren took a deliberate bite of her crème brûlée as a way to immunise herself from Anthonia’s subtle jabs. “The custard is overcooked. Too much heat. It’s grainy.”

Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed my stay in the pack house, but the constant new faces I see everyday, and not being able to enjoy an entire large room like this to myself as it would be shared with other maids, it was like I was in a whole different world. My fingers traced the edges of the book I was reading on my lap, its pages filled with advice on motherhood. As I read, each word felt foreign, like it was meant for someone else and not for me. Still, I forced myself to read, hoping the words would somehow sink into my soul and make me believe I was ready for this new chapter and episode of my life.

Hearing that, a faint smile finally appeared on Tessa’s lips. She had thought this maid knew nothing. Now it seemed she had underestimated her. She still had some sense. "Alright, then get out of here." The housemaid nodded repeatedly, afraid of staying any longer. She was worried something might go wrong if she delayed. She could’ve left smoothly, but if anything held her back now, that wouldn’t end well. Looking at Tessa like that, the housemaid was genuinely scared. She hurriedly crawled out, not daring to waste another second here.