I fell into the trap of judging a book by its cover, and was sorely disappointed. Twice, I threw the book across the room, disgusted. Twice, I picked it back up and continued to read, morbidly fascinated. It was like rubbernecking at a terrible car accident, not wanting to see the devastation but not able to drag your glance away....With a stronger stomach, I am sure I could have appreciated the quality of the author's writing. However, I mainly found myself repulsed by the book's content. Strictly personal. I'll hang on to it and give it another read someday to see if I was wrong.