Decidedly boring. The first half was a complete snooze with events occurring just so the reader would have context, not because they felt important. She takes out a mirror and looks at herself, then describes herself, for gods sakes. Lazy, lazy. The bad guy kept telling us how evil he was but he didn't seem so bad. He was even rather boring, actually. For how many powers he was professed to have, he made use of very few of them.
There were some good things amongst the bad:
Richard III a la Rocky Horror Picture Show. HILARIOUS.
New found respect for Mr. Rochester from Jane Eyre.
An intense desire to read Jane Eyre, and leave this book far, far away.