I read this book a long time ago and always felt very attached to the story. But now that I reread it, I’m quite confused about how much I have romanticized and praised the book for no obvious reason. I guess the blame is on the beautiful movie and the gorgeous opera. With their image, I forgot how dry the book is.

The story itself is much appreciated and loved as a beautiful and tragic gothic romance. But the author’s writing is just meh… could it be the translator’s problem? Or the choice of the narrator? I don’t know for sure, but I literally forced myself to finish it this time.

I think that this book would’ve made a much better impression if it had more descriptions of gothic scenery, maybe Christina’s POV, and better-written characters. I couldn’t root for Raoul because he’s a miserable stalker, and Eric is a creep. I love morally grey characters, but I couldn’t empathize with this depiction of Opera Ghost.

I would rarely recommend a movie over a book, but this is definitely the case. Just don’t waste your time.