I've just re-read this. It's an emotionally intense book that I really shouldn't be reading over the dark months. Twenty letters from a jilted lover, filled with passages of what we've all said and thought in the heat of the moment but would never have written as authors. "My soul is so lonely, but ...
Such sorrow. She must have had a difficult life to have penned such a book. The suffering is too much for me to enjoy the book.