on the surface this felt like James Bond, who happened to have a hangover, pulled on a sequined white glove and slapped me in the face with it. It was horribly predictable, terribly structured, juvenile, and overall pointless. However, I digress. This was not mean to be a "recreational read". It was meant to teach me more about colloquial french, and it did so moderately affectively. Overall, Je ne l'aime pas.