This book was the worst book I have every read. Though many classics have intimate romance, they at least have some meaning to them, this book, on the other hand, has no point at all to it's highly graphic and inappropriate sensuousness, no rich moral or intellect in it's content. A very shallow, pointless book written by a pervert who just needed to obviously get some feelings of his own off his chest. Tactless, and very poor writing on Faulks' part.