My rating: 2 of 5 stars
It’s hard to review this book. I know it is one of those that has been studied in countless classrooms as…well…as what? A book where the narrator is genderless? A book about a person who is…well…really just a victim of his/her own weaknesses? I can’t say I loved reading it. But I did love finishing it and am glad that I did. I think if I was a literature student my lecturers would have hated me. There is supposed to be a profound message in here I am sure, and some of it IS poignant, but the actual message (if there is one – which apparently there is) is possibly lost on me. I think perhaps if you relate to it you might find it’s beauty easier to behold. I personally might have found it more heart-wrenching had the main character not been someone who so easily breezed in and out of love so constantly. Perhaps my idea of love is just very different. I personally would not be able to stand it if someone loved me in such a desperate way.