I tried to make myself like this book. Twice. The first time that I attempted to trudge through it, I decided not to finish it and pick it up again after I’d matured more. I guess my maturity wasn’t the one at fault, because I thoroughly hated what I read of it the second time around, too. I don’t care if it has a profound underlying message; Wilde does a god-awful job of portraying that message. What an utterly dull piece of literature.

I think I would have liked the original, shorter version of this better. Wilde went a little overboard with the lists of music Dorian listened to, stories he heard, fabrics he collected, etc. Ditto on the comment two below: the allusions were overwhelming. I generally liked the plot though.

Oscar Wilde is amazing! Don’t believe the bad things you hear.. mmkay? This book is packed with thought-provoking observations on life. The story is engrossing and takes you deep into a conflicted man’s soul. I enjoyed it thoroughly.

This book just made me very irritated. The writing was HORRIBLE. The author would go off on random tangents with upward of 20+ allusions per paragraph. It was like, WTF? Not to mention, the characters aren’t interesting. And the whole concept is a joke. I really did not get attached to this book in any way at all… and I usually do.