I looked for this book in second-hand bookshops for a while because my supervisor recommended it. Never finding it, said supervisor simply bought me a copy when he came to visit last month. I wanted to love it more because I was assured that I would so like it, but it's a difficult book to like. I could talk about it for ages with great passion I think, and yet I dislike it in so many ways. It reminds me of my experience reading [b:The Sound and the Fury|10975|The Sound and the Fury|William Faulkner|https://d202m5krfqbpi5.cloudfront.net/books/1391342582s/10975.jpg|1168289] in that we've got this male author and male narrators utterly obsessed with the sexuality of a female. Yes, he challenges Victorian/Edwardian ideas of feminine sexual desire, and I can see why people think that it's a breath of fresh air for that reason, but I still dislike the sense that a male mind cannot cease thinking about female sexuality even if he isn't conventional in his conclusions. I wanted to throw the book away from me for that reason. It was a good read in other ways, and I liked the way that the story unfolded, and it is a very fine piece of writing that, like I said, I could discuss at great length, and will do I am sure.