I have this thing for short novels, where everything's written in impossibly beautiful language, that have bittersweet endings.It is all because of this book.I was all prepared to hate it, and then it came on to me, with its voices full of money, and can't change the past, and shirts - oh god the shirts - and then... that orgiastic light...There is nothing I can criticise about this book. To me, this book is what all other books should aspire to be. I think it's interesting that this book, which should have nothing to do with me, an then-sixteen, female, Scot, has everything to do with me, and everything to do with influencing my tastes in literature. Until this point, I had no idea it could be THAT good.Everything I studied at school I was less than fussed about then BAM. This and Hamlet both in one year. Clearly they messed up (or clearly I have a thing for tortured main characters who meet a grisly end, you pick).