I didn't like D.H. Lawrence's style of writing at all. I kept thinking I was reading the same line but it was really just him repeating himself. I really disliked all the characters, Clifford is a gross rich guy with a sense of entitlement, Connie is a flaky, needy spoiled child, and Mellors is a bitter hater who blames everything on everyone else. And the sex scenes, I mean, really? How romantic that she just lies there and doesn't bring herself off, because otherwise she wouldn't be a real woman and Mellors would hate her and hate himself for having her. Huh?

I gave it 2 stars because it does show how a woman can love the body of a man and find it beautiful, which is unusual even today.