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I don't know if it's the most depressing thing I've ever read, but I'd have to say that Julian Barnes' Before She Met Me was something that bummed me right out after I read it.
I did like the book, yes - I just thought that the main male character was incredibly pathetic, so sadly attention-seeking and controlling... it was just pretty affecting. It's good, though I think Barnes is going over the same ground again and again in his novels, now...
I think I enjoy being made sad by literature and music. Doesn't everyone, occasionally? In my case, it's probably more than occasionally, but hey. |
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