DNF.
I really could not care less about the sexual hunger of a midde-aged woman who does not bother for a second to stop and consider the morality of initiating an affair with a married man - and this just for the sake of "cheap sex", to use her own words. A morality that she defines, with contempt, "Mosaic" - enough said.
Moreover, I was supremely un-interested in her precocious sexual awakenings, and bored to death by her whinging about her dimming sexual attractiveness due to her middle age, and her whinging about the vicissitudes of her grandparents and mother, when she herself is in an enviable economic situation (vicissitudes with which she has only partial empathy, by the way). If, when you reach your early 50's, all you can think in relation to your life is your diminishing capacity to physically attract individuals from the other sex, then this can only be an indictment of the utter vacuity of your life. Sorry, but I can't even begin to relate to such a character.
Her youth "adventures" with her friend, consisting in exchanging and consuming men as a matter of fun, was so tedious that it would make, by comparison, waiting under the rain for a late bus at a uncovered remote bus stop quite an exciting and fulfilling experience. The implicit message that women are needy and unsatisfied if they do not have a male partner, or the capacity to attract one, is something that should have died with the 50's.
Her flat, boring, shallow self-absorbed personality compounded the excruciating reading experience. The platitudes was another ingredient. Her sexual fantasies of intercourse with a long-dead industrial revolution entrepreneur bordered on the utter ridiculous, and it was firmly in the realm of the pathetic.
Reading half of the book was painful enough, and I did not have the strength of will to stomach another half. I want my reading time back.
Avoid like the plague (unless you are a Trumpette, of course).