I almost wish I'd never read this book. Almost. But then I'd have missed the bittersweet ache of it; the agonizing, beautiful prose filled with foreshadowing and heavy with regret. It's the kind of book where, even at the start you know, you just fucking know that it cannot end well. These types of things never do. I'm not entirely sure what I was expecting when I bought it, but I was thrown for a loop by the intensity of it and finished it in virtually one sitting. It tells the story of Edward and Alex, a doomed romance, if you will, as Alex is a teenager and Edward a married man. It's all done with such painful compassion that I feel a bit battered by it. It's beautiful and brutal and atmospheric and melancholy. Please read it.