If I remember correctly, I was ten or eleven, perhaps twelve, when I first ventured into "adult" fiction, and it was with this book. It was just something my mother had lying around, and it was thin and a very quick read.
I loved it. It is sad and at times very brutal, but I found the story fascinating and beautiful. To some it may be a 'meh' book, but for me it represented my growing up, and the leaving behind of innocence because of that very maturity. Whenever I have children, I want to share this book with them when they're old enough to appreciate its message.
What message? For me, it's that we have good and bad, beauty and ugliness all through life. We have to appreciate the good and use the bad to strengthen our souls. And even at the end, when we've found peace, there will always be questions, and a quest to make the world a better place.