I bought this on Kindle nearly a year ago and have been afraid to re-read it, in case it lost something in the intervening decade since I last picked it up. Not the case at all. I always thought of it as sprawling and not really going anywhere and I always enjoyed that immensely, but now I can see that it's not the love story I thought it was. It's the love story of Tyrone and Oscar.

And yes, I still cried, but in different places this time.