My thoughts on this are quite complicated. I very much liked the writing and the style, but the story didn’t grab me at all. I found myself utterly disinterested in Charles, the narrator, although Julia and Sebastian intrigued me a little more. In the end, I think it was like many other ‘classic’ novels are for me. I get great enjoyment out of the artistry, but that’s all, really. And, of course, there’s nothing wrong with that. It’s still a bloody good book; it’s just wasn’t a page-turner as well.