I always put off reading this because it seemed to be what wannabe cool kids / tortured artist fuckwads read in college. I thought it would be boring and self-absorbed like Prozac Nation. I'm glad it isn't. Beautiful language, and I didn't even feel cheated at the lack of a resolution, because this was realistic enough and to have a happy ending would feel, to use a word Esther's professor used, factitious. I was just happy that someone understood what it is like (I loved the part where she goes about looking for a place to hang her noose in a matter-of-fact way) and was able to write about this muddled state with clarity.