This is not a book for sunny afternoons in park gardens; the backdrop for this book should be bleak unforgiving concrete cityscapes, silhouetted against dark and brooding winter skies. At least that's what it was like when read it (I live in Birmingham, you see bleak is what it does best).
If you've ever been in love and lost that person; though careless words, deeds or just through circumstances outside of your control. Then you'll know all about that feeling of emptiness, like a hole in you guts can never fill.
In away no other book ever has, this book touched me and funny enough it felt great. It's like, it's OK to be upset when you've been dumped and yes it is the end of the bloody world and no there aren't plenty of sodding fish in the sea. Of course we all know, it isn't and there are.
As you read this book you can't help but project yourself into the stories of desperation and despair and there is the beauty of it, it's like a hit of misery to cheer you up. Reach in and read about someone who's had it worse (I found myself discreetly shedding the odd tear on the rush hour train) and all of a sudden it's not so bad out here, in the real world.
Lift your self out of the humdrum of modern life and sink into despair, there you will find the most `Exquisite Pain'.