JD, you and I do not agree on many things, but I would say this:
Finish the book.
Because it gets better? Oh, heck no. Because the last hundred or so pages include the Terry Goodkind Bondage Hour, and also so that you can say, "Yes, I really did read the whole book, yes, really, all of it, and I still thought it was awful, yes, a bad romance novel disguised as a bad fantasy novel, and he never actually describes the sword in any more detail than 'a sword', except that it glows red when he kills someone angrily and white when he kills someone lovingly, I mean, please, can you GET any more phallocentric than that, and the characters act like David Eddings characters despite the fact that they've only known each other for a few days, leading one to suspect that Goodkind was unintentionally aping Eddings without understanding what Eddings did to make that level of teasing familiarity believable, and his supposedly strong female character spends the entire novel weeping about, and his hero sneers while killing people, which seems oddly nonheroic, and his monsters are never actually physically describes, such that it comes as a surprise to find out that they have arms, and he never actually has a, you know, sword-fight of any kind, where any kind of fight choreography might be said to happen, and he keeps breaking all of his own magical rules and then explaining it after the fact, and his powerful wizardly magic of "People are stupid" works about at the level of 6th-grader psychology, and the amazing twist at the end of the story was not so much foreshadowed as clubbed into our heads, such that the 'twist' is that the reader is annoyed with the idiotic protagonists for not figuring out stuff earlier, and the villains are ALL sexual sadists of one form or another, with such gems of characterization as 'His skin was as smooth as that of the young boys he favored' as attempts at character development for our evil bad guys, and really, fundamentally, an atrociously, insultingly, almost deliberately rotten book whose popularity is either a sign of the power of marketing or a lamentable indication of the supreme gullibility of a readership that is so simple, starved of critical thinking skills, and sexually frustrated that this rancid, waste of paper somehow seems anything less than an offensively putrid attempt at BDSM porn lit with a thin, spotty, slightly crusted veneer of fantasy."
But, you know, YMMV.