I've had this book on my shelf for a while, but kept putting it off because a) it's not my usual genre these days and not something I thought I'd be interested in, and b) I thought there was no way it could possibly live up to the hype I've seen over it.
I was wrong on both counts.
This is the sort of book that you rate 5-stars, but it doesn't seem like enough because most of your other 5-star reads just pale in comparison.
I'm going to go continue drowning in my lake of tears for a while now. (And, Self, when you look back at this review later, don't let that stop you from re-reading it. Because it's worth every single painful, heart-wrenching moment.)