I first came across this story in school when I was about 12, and although we didn't read much of it I was really intrigued. I am so glad that I finally got round to reading the whole thing - this was the most intense 26 pages I've ever read. I actually had a headache at the end; Charlotte Perkins Gilman somehow accesses a deep part of you, sucking you in and making you fixate over this wallpaper that you can't even imagine. The ending was just so, so powerful that I had to just put it down and take several deep breaths. It was a very descriptive book, but what was incredible about it was I don't have a clear picture in my mind of what the wall-paper looked like, but I know exactly what it felt like, because I could feel myself going mad with the woman in the story. It was just an incredible experience reading it - it's fifteen minutes of your life you won't regret.