This was, by far Radclyffe's best novel, in my humble opinion. There were so many things that were absolutely sublime about this book, that I just don't know where to begin. Firstly, of course, there was the tragic figure of Graham. Oh, god how my heart ached for her! Aside from her talents as a gifted musician and composer, she was so human in her weaknesses and her fears. Then there was the unwanted and annoying intrusion of Christine, that nearly had me throwing my kindle across the room at times. Anna was lovely, and so steadfast in her feelings for Graham. Parts of the book made me physically weep, and it was in those moments that I felt the difference between this work and Radclyffe's other works. Being her third novel, chronologically written, (not published) I could sense a little of the nouveaux in her composition, and it was priceless. Radclyffe herself has stated that Graham is one of her favorite characters, and there can be no doubt why. It was an emotional, and at times difficult read, but worth every tear. I quite literally couldn't put it down.