Ugh, I don't know what it is but Mr. Lawrence bores me to tears. Occasionally I think "hey, that was quite pretty a sentence" and then it falls back to that numbing state where I can't make myself care for the characters or the story or anything else for that matter. I came quite close to finishing this one but it still fell short by about 150 pages. I don't feel the need to torture myself during the Holidays, you know?