This book was pretty predictable. Rosemary was a flakey woman who believed everything that everyone told her. This includes her creepy neighbors. I don't like the light that they put witchcraft in in the story, and I didn't really even like any of the characters. Rosemary's husband didn't even care about her all that much because he cared way more about his acting. I know that this book was written in a different time, but I guess I don't really like to read books about stupid airheads with uncaring workaholic husbands. I think the author ran out of ideas, and the ending fell pretty flat. The movie is way better.