The Virgin Suicides
by Jeffrey Eugenides
I don't know what to rate this book. Well-written? Yes. But on a personal level, it was disturbing and I probably shouldn't have pushed myself. I've picked it up and put it down many times before; once I got a dozen pages in, I said "Well, I never want to read this again, so I'm going to finish it." I believe I only made it by keeping it at (emotional) arm's length, so I certainly didn't give it a proper reading.
...Reading books is not only about the way the book is written; it also has to be (more than I usually factor in?) about the reader. Maybe.
At least I can put this one behind me now. It actually did make me want to reread Middlesex.
Edit Nov 2017: Fuck not rating books. I hated this. It's literally written from the POV of the male gaze, and it still makes my skin crawl when I think about it.