I can’t wait to read this ten years from now with all my tiny little 19-year-old notes and ramblings in the margins, and then add my (hopefully older and wiser) 29-year-old notes and ramblings. But until then, I guess watching the movie will have to do. Weird that I have this sudden urge to reread it because although I remember liking this book a lot, there were also so many things that bothered me about it — the fact that Thomas was a total prick (london’s rubbing off on me maybe?) throughout the whole story and yet the reader is supposed to somehow sympathize with him, the divide between love and lust that I maybe understand a bit more now but still have trouble with, the treatment of women, the sometimes exhaustive philosophical writing. But besides all that, not a bad book at all.