"Really liked" can mean a multitude of things. I mean, I probably won't read it again, but for a philosophy book, I really liked it. Primarily, I think, because it was short, a conversation, and half the participants were drunk or on their way to being so and therefore felt less inclined to pontificate in the most boring manner possible, as does seem to be the usual wont of the philosopher-species. I don't know whether or not I agreed with any of their opinions on love, to be honest (having just finished this book five minutes ago I can feel it all slipping away like water - but I don't recall any moments of profound identification on my part while reading). But I was relatively entertained reading it and that is something.

Specific to this edition: I found Waterfield's endnotes very helpful in deciphering the allusions in-text, though I do wish he'd chosen to use footnotes instead. (It gets deeply irritating constantly having to flip to the back of the book.) His introduction, fantastically enough, was lucid and interesting. My minimal experience with philosophy books counts this as a welcome rarity, so well done that man.