This book made me sick. By the end of it I felt physically sick. I went into it knowing that the book was controverisal, and wanting to see what all the fuss was about. However, it wasn't fantastically written, nor did I ever even find it very realistic.
The title says that it's a story of desire...but I never felt that the lead character was at all in the throws of desire. I just felt she needed some counselling, and her abuser, David, needed a dose of his own medicine. If it was possible for him to feel anything geniunely, and truly, I missed it, and I think that's what bothered me the most. Neither character was feeling much of anything at all. Most especially not 'desire'.
If I could give it less than 1 star I would have.