
Deep Blue

The story itself was melancholic. The story didn't pull me in. Maybe because I'm unfamiliar with bands and music. I'm just not that in touch. And the whole book used music/instruments as a tool to communicate and extricate feelings.
The characters were real in their pain. They just didn't excite me, or make me care.
This read was soul searchingly lonely, longingly lamented, wanting acceptance, receiving it, unable to grasp it, maddeningly sorrowful , and unrelenting in its quest for understanding.
For me, it was just too much. I need an upper after reading it.