I am very conflicted on my feelings for this book.

On the one hand, I felt it was too drawn out and almost intentionally written to create some sort of suspense (which it did to an extent, but I never felt a resolution). It's almost like a not-so-skilled lover got me all worked up and then, right when I was close, just left the room.

On the other hand, I cried like a fool reading the letter Henry wrote to Clare to read after his death. I think that part was attributed more to the fact that I cry over anything, though.

I really, REALLY wanted to like this book. So many people loved it and recommended it. I thought I would love it, too.

I just...didn't. I can't imagine recommending it to anyone. I wouldn't say I hated it, but I certainly wish I had saved my time and not read it at all. It was just there.

I might come back and edit this, but I might not. I feel kind of cheated.