I think it's time to admit that I just hated this book. It's like the more time goes by, the more I look back on reading it and feel resentful about it. Was it "good"? That may be a separate question. I loved The Virgin Suicides and I loved Middlesex too, if not quite as much. Eugenides has great technical skill as a writer. He writes well, yes. I still hated the book. It didn't make me angry, or anything so interesting or thought-provoking as that. There were definitely moments when I admired something about it, and the writing was almost good enough to trick me into liking it, but I can't deny it anymore. I hated this book. Sorry, guys.