Son of Rosemary…ergh.

22. Son of Rosemary – Ira Levin

Rosemary entered a twenty-seven year coma, only to wake up into an incest-is-best shitfest. This was a terrible, terrible sequel. I’m guessing somebody made some bad investments and needed some money quite badly. Read at your own risk, tiger eyes.

That's right, Pammy, turn your back on the awful, awful experience of reading Son of Rosemary.

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