I'm sorry, but I really hated this book. I read to get away from the boring, pointless tedium of everyday life, not to find it again in a better-written manner. I don't know how this became a classic. Because it's ... relatable? I guess? I mean, the subject matter isn't relatable, but the emotions are. But then by that logic, f*cking "Twilight" could become a classic. And that, at least, has a somewhat less depressing ending. Pretty much the only moral of this story was "life sucks." Yes, it does. AND? It's well-written but like I said, if the subject matter stinks, that's not gonna help. You've never seen a poem called "Ode to Armpit Hair," have you? No. Because no matter how talented the writer is, nobody wants to read about it. 
 No offense intended to the many, many people who did enjoy this book, of course.