I didn’t think the story was bad, and as a Lincoln buff, I was fascinated in the subject. However, I’m a bit of a traditionalist when it comes to my reading habits. I had trouble understanding what was going on during the first few chapters. Yet, even when I did figure out the format, I still struggled to delve into the story. For me, it was a lot like reading a play script. You read everyone’s line and you know what’s going on, but there was no flow to the story. I guess that’s what makes this book artistic, but just like modern art, experimental jazz, and smart cars, you need to have an acquired taste to truly appreciate it. And that I clearly lack.