Read it. Not because it offers a plethora of keen insights, or sharp witticisms; such things are sparsely found in this book. Read it to obtain a trite and somewhat conceited account of what had the potential to be an intriguing psychological study. Read it to learn how not to write. Read it to read an account that tries in vain to analyze the depths and nuances of the human psyche. Read it expecting noble intent, tempered by disappointing content. Read it, not for the paltry redeeming qualities to be found in it, but for cognizance of the qualities not found in it - qualities that make books good.