This novel speaks loudly and clearly to me in ways that, 14 years after reading it for the first time, recall the utter devastation of being disappointed (several times over) by your first love. The melancholy, tenderness, and painful frustration that connect these characters are what make this such a beautiful tableau. I can continuously ask myself why these characters do what they do, going round and round across the decades and borders of countries, but I'm ultimately sympathetic. Love and desire and unhappiness make people do all sorts of things that the stable and the content find foolish. I appreciate that we never fully get to understand any of the characters' motivations or complete life paths, or know their futures; for me, that makes them more real, not less so. And it rings true to how carefully and artfully we lie to ourselves to avoid admitting that we were wrong and merely repeat our mistakes year after year.