This book totally caters to my particular taste for stories of rich, tormented people who don’t know what to do with themselves and end up just destroying their own happiness, but like in a fashionable way. The first part was the strongest; Sebastian is so interesting and almost ahead of his time, I’m so glad a queer character like him exists in classics literature. When he suddenly becomes an afterthought, the void he leaves behind is remarkable, and Julia fails to take his place convincingly, as what she brings to the table is totally different. Nevertheless, it is fascinating in its own right. The religious thread of the story may not have been my favourite, but it is a great driver and is developed organically throughout, leading to the inevitable end. I just really appreciate how this novel portrays a slice of life of the English upper class between the 1920s and the 1940s, with their first world problems and eccentric lives. It’s all about the feeling of reading a book for me, and even though I can’t explain why, I loved the feeling of reading this book. So apologies for the rambling, it’s gonna be 5 stars for me.