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I should be asleep by now... I even turned off the lights! I just couldn't, though, I just couldn't stop thinking. The first word that comes to mind after reading this novel? Odd. This was my first Highsmith's book and she has quite a personal writing style. It's different... but you find yourself going with the strange flow of words. I can't believe this was written in the 50's. The ending is so... bittersweet! I am still rather lost in it... Their relationship? It just happens. I must confess that at first I couldn't quite understand why Therese felt so drawn to Carol. I mean, I understood why she was drawn to her in the first place, but why she kept coming back after the many strange meetings with Carol? Now that I didn't quite understand. Not until I learned more about Therese, that is. Then it all seemed to fall into place. It was love. It was life. It was everything. Yes, I am completely aware of the fact that I sound like a hopeless romantic. But you know what? I don’t care.

There’s one thing I find extremely interesting about this book. Usually, when you are reading a novel about a romantic couple, you are driven to fall in love with both characters yourself, whether they are both female, male, or one of each. This novel is different, though. You are a witness to this relationship, not part of it. You forget they are two women, you forget how cold Carol seems to be and how Therese seems to be more obsessed with Carol than anything else. And guess what? At the end of the book you just can’t help it. You find yourself smiling and you feel happy for them. You fall in love with them... together. Two human beings who found love. How brilliant is that?