(The Marquis De Sade work, not the one by Lawrence Durrell.)

I felt annoyed the entire time I read this thing (I finished it, because this was still at a time when my principles forbade my leaving any book unfinished), since the logic was so wibbly. On the one hand, humans are supposed to be as other animals, prey to their desires; alright, okay, whatever. On the OTHER hand, we're evidently NOT animals, as we have the human fascination with the forbidden... aaah, just make up your mind. And it was redundant; even unceasing mayhem becomes dull.

The ending was obviously supposed to evoke a twisted fairy tale, but it just felt twee. I know that this was written ages a go, and that standards have changed, but my issues are not with his morality, per se, but their inconsistency. Then again, I find Marilyn Manson annoyingly precious, so perhaps I'm not the best person to judge.

But this book was aggravating enough to make me decide to never bother with the man again (I'm inconsistent myself, however: I caved in, and, when I came across it, read his very short, very readable 'Dialogue Between a Priest and a Dying Man').

I loved his short story Eugénie de Franval. Justine is certainly heavy going. I'm glad I read it, but I could never read it again.

Not my bag baby. I thought it would be scandalous and scintillating, but instead found it dull and moralizing. I'll not be picking up another of his works either.

I could not finish it because I was bored of the same things going on and on! It was quite dissapointing how simple his language was as well. Still I wish I knew how it ends... does it have a good end?