I'm not a quitter. In fact, I'll stick with a crappy job, bad movie, even boring book way longer than necessary. This book somehow made it's way to our downstairs restroom, where I do a fair amount of "reading". I MIGHT have made it through the first chapter before I realized that I did not hold enough hatred for myself to get halfway through this mind numbing lobotomy inducer. Sorry Tolstoy, you suck.