Okay, so I fucking loved this book.
Probably one of the most over-read and understated works of early British literature. I enjoyed more than I thought I would, and I actually took a lot from the book. There was a lot to learn about impressions and identifying with another human being. It also shows the importance living life to the fullest, but also the weight of regret and wonder.
I love the fact that it’s written to take place over the course of a few hours, and the perspectives of characters are fragmented and interrupted. I will come back to this book again.