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Oh Lord, this book.

Let me start with the good stuff. The writing is amazing, I'll give it that. I love the flowery language and the metaphors. I even understand that this is some groundbreaking feminist idea in old world Europe. I understand all that.

I detest this book. I loathe this story. I gnashed my teeth on every page and every scene with these monstrous characters. I read this entire damned story and hated it the whole way. The language and ideas could not keep me from hating every character and relationship in this book.

I know this is a classic and I see people like this book. I even see it's merits, but I couldn't read this. It's not a book for me. I even understand it's rather true to life and there are people in relationships like this, but it's not me and what I want to experience. I have no interest in main characters like these. They could have been secondary characters and that might have been ok, but there was little redeeming about them.

3 generations in a family is the focus of this story. The parents love each other and take pleasure in causing their lover as much pain as possible. That's what I couldn't stand. Yes, I am single and have been for years, but in my 4 year relationship, there were hard times, but never did I want my lover to suffer and to cause him pain. I just couldn't stand the coldness of the characters and the pleasure they took in hurting one another.

The daughter was a hot mess and a crazy maker. She is very self-centered and that's ok. She had to be to rebel against such an extreme patrimony. I hated her relationship with her beau and I was glad he got some sense in him and married someone else.

I know this has a lot to say about the time it was written. I understand that it portrays British people in a fully humanized dimension. I get all that and still, I could not get past my loathing of these characters and everything they did. Nothing could save it for me.

I am not glad I read this in any way. I would love to get that time back. I forced my way through this and it felt like getting slimed by these people. The world can have D. H., but the writing is not for me. I need some hope, some spark of hope in my story. Oh lord, someone save me from this.