Jeanette Winterson's writing is stunning and I could never get tired of reading it. There's a lyricism and poetry to everything she writes that washes over me and immerses me into the words she writes. I appreciated the fluid depiction of gender and sexuality and Winterson's expert use of the body as a metaphor to convey the electric sensual and physical ardor the main character had for their lover. But unfortunately, this just wasn't the book for me. I couldn't connect to the romanticism and passion that was the central theme of this story. Everything felt melodramatic and ridiculous. The romantics of the world will love this book but personally the entire concept was alienating and I simply didn't connect to the characters or the story in the same way I have with Winterson's other works. It was still well worth a read and I'll definitely be reading more from Winterson in the future because I think he talent is absolutely incredible.