I would have liked this so much better if it wasn't dripping in what another reviewer called "poet voice". Half the time Atwood's prose is so flowery I had no idea what the hell was going on, and I began to lose interest in the story - which was frustrating in that Atwood was never too clear about. I know, it's called The Handmaid's Tale, so of course everything we see is through Offred's thoughts and feelings, but I really wanted to learn more about how the world got that way, not how she sees the way flowers bloom or whatever.

I'm tired. This review would probably make more sense if I weren't, but there you have it.