Loved this book. I feel like it's still rearranging my brain. Rarely
does a day go by when I don't notice something making more sense with
Dennett's account of consciousness available to me.
He leans hard on his assumption that pure materialism is correct, which can be disorienting. It's not that I disagree, or that I think he treats the alternatives unfairly; it's just rare that a writer has cause to point out, over and over again, that whatever physical laws describe the world must also describe us.
More on this when I finish The Intentional Stance and Elbow Room, which seem to complete this corner of Dennett's theory.