I honestly think that if this book hadn’t been banned for obscene content when it was first published, no one would have ever bothered to read it. Yes, there are lots of sex scenes (omg scandalous) but all the stuff in between is, for the most part, ungodly boring. The book gets points for having some very intellectual discussions of class and the differences between men and women, and Lawrence’s characters talk about sex with more honesty than any other book I’ve ever read, but that’s about all it has going for it. I was about fifty pages into the book when I realized that I really didn’t like either of the title characters (Lady Chatterley and her Lovah), and it didn’t get much better from there. Mellors (aka the Lovah) started to grow on me towards the end, when he discovered sarcasm, but Lady Chatterley (Connie) was one of the most boring protagonists ever. She was almost completely personality-deficient, and Lawrence works hard at the beginning to convince us that she was intelligent, a task at which he fails miserably. Example? At one point in the book, when Connie and Mellors have just finished having hot mixed-class sex and are in bed together, he starts a rant about the class system. Connie’s response? She observes that Mellors’ chest hair and pubic hair are different colors.
Basically, the book can be summed up like this: Blah blah SEX blah blah class blah SEX SEX blah blah class England’s economy SEX SEX SEX SCANDAL arguement arguement SCANDAL Vacation time! blah blah blah SEX arguement SCANDAL blah blah the end.
Verdict: one out of five stars