The book really got under my skin in this kind of... oddly delayed manner. While I was reading it, I was like, "okay, this is good... not great, but certainly not bad," and then once the love story really got on its feet, I felt myself much more drawn in -- especially within the last 150-200 pages or so. When I finished it, I wasn't really sure what I thought, but after letting it sit for a day or so, I simply could not stop thinking about it. I just find that he can grasp and describe even the most slippery facets of human emotion so beautifully and accurately, and that's what I find so captivating about his writing. He can perfectly describe feelings that... when you feel them, seem as though they are almost indescribable -- and yet he can pin them down and describe them so clearly that you just go, "yes, exactly!"
A work of art is an invitation to love.