I am almost ashamed to even admit I read this book let alone enjoyed it. It was uncomfortable and disturbing and yet strangely compelling. I'm an extremely nonviolent person so perhaps this speaks to something deep inside my own psyche. I could not in any way relate to the "hero" of the story and yet I found it fascinating. I don't recommend the book to anyone, I'm not sure I even approve and yet it's *very* well written. I think most people either loved or hated it. I admit I feel both. I have the next book and intend to read it, although I'm afraid to. What does it say about me? Three and a half stars.