Romantic realism?

This book is quite obviously written in the realistic style as we studied. It trudges on and states the life of a normal woman and a normal man, who often seems simple. And every day it reminds us of the same boring dullness we live in. However, is there romanticism hiding in this realistic book? Madame Bovary is certainly a dull seeming character. She spends all her day reading and knitting and attempting new habits, which she always gives up. But the idea of romanticism thrives in her dreams, and maybe in this way, that idea is mocked and ridiculed by Flaubert. The whole scene at the ball, takes on the air of a dream-like possibly drugged up setting, where the dull drudgery of the book, takes on for a day, the higher airs of a romantic ball, where every lady is a giggling damsel, waiting for the chivalrous gentleman of the night to come and sweep her off her feet onto the glimmering dance floor. And then, reality crashes back in when the morning comes and Madame Bovary and Charles awaken. The voice of the book is once again brought down to an earthly level, and the floaty airs of the night are washed away. From then on, Madame Bovary only dreams of this romantic life. She spends her days closeted inside reading about it, she spends her nights dreaming of the bright lights of Paris and the wonderful parties held in the magnificent city. Perhaps Flaubert is using her idea of romanticism to represent a far off dream, that though it sounds beautiful on paper and in the clouds of our imagination, it is forever a far off non-reality. A world inhabited by unicorns, ladies, and knights, where the parties never end, and a hangover never comes. Where every husband is a loving man, who is also exciting and fun, and daring. Flaubert ridicules the idea of romanticism, he uses Madame Bovary's dreams in stark contrast with the real life she leads to demonstrate how it only sucks on the soul, draining all the desire to live. While Madame Bovary should be out making the best of the gifts she has received, she instead sits inside, dreaming of this spectral unreality, wasting away.
Her death is in its own way, Flaubert's final stab at the horrid creation of Romanticism. He uses death by arsenic, which, turns into a horrible clawing experience and disgusting examples with great gusto to show that he thinks Romanticism, which is embodied by madame Bovary throughout the book, should die, or at least come to an end. He's bitterness towards romanticism follows us and niggles at the corners of our minds through most of the book, however there are moments where it jumps out, like the death of Madame Bovary.