The Razor's Edge, by W. Somerset Maugham, 1942.
When I was in my 20s, this was my favorite book. I've re-read it in my 30s, and 40s, and . . . well . . . this year, and it still holds up. It may not quite be my favorite book -- Till We Have Faces overtook it some time ago, but I still love the writing of this book. And, every time I read it, I like Elliott a little more, and Isabel a little less.
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