I started out liking it. It was full of interesting historical detail without ever getting bogged down by it. For all that reviewers talk about it being a hump-o-rama, the sex scenes were extremely tame compared to most historical romance (and, frankly, no more arousing than the descriptions of the plants and the horses.) But when Claire forgives Jamie so easily for whipping her, I got so angry that I couldn't read it anymore. I wouldn't have minded the whipping scene if it was a catalyst for some sort of major transformation in their relationship, or if she'd found some way to make him deeply regret it, or even if she just got revenge by castrating him in his sleep with the dagger he gave her. I read a little bit further in the hopes that something along those lines would happen, but when Jamie pats himself on the back for his "restraint" (his word) in not raping Claire after the beating which, he confesses, aroused him deeply, I wanted to barf, and when she takes him back into her bed almost immediately after that confession, I chucked Outlander in the bin.