I could forgive it its philosophical premise if it was better written. 500 pages too long, and still full of cartoonish villains and ridiculous, melodrama punctuated with long, repetitive philosophical discourses. What frightens me most about the book is that so many people seem blind to its flaws, calling it the best piece of fiction ever written. And the fact that this is how some people truly see the world. No one speaks this way outside of a soap opera. And why do all the sex scenes from her novels contain enough S & M to fill a Klingon whorehouse? This book drained my enthusiasm for reading like some kind of paper vampire. Every time I read a sentence beginning with "Yet," a little part of my soul died.