"One of the greatest love stories of all time..."It's not a love story. It's the romanticized story of a very dysfunctional a…"One of the greatest love stories of all time..."It's not a love story. It's the romanticized story of a very dysfunctional and disturbing relationship between unstable Marguerite and deeply idiotic and vicious Armand. Armand is by far one of the most infuriating narrators I've ever had the misfortune to read about. He never loves Marguerite : throughout the book, he's obsessed with the idea of owning her, which is completely different. He "falls in love" with her seconds after seeing her for the first time, although she does not display any likable quality beside being beautiful. On the contrary, she's even quite vain, cruel, and, at dinner, vulgar and childish (throws the piano partition across the room because she can't get it right). I did pity Marguerite at the end, but only because she was dying young, alone and in pain; for the entirety of the book, she does nothing but show an unstable, unlikable and shallow personality. Armand is just as bad, though: that very first night, he proclaims his eternal love to her, although he has JUST met her and doesn't actually know anything about her or her personality. Therefore, his easy tears and words of love hold literally no value - love builds over time, not overnight, and it is precisely his immaturity that actually drove them to their doom. Later on, the fact that he was unable to guess that Marguerite had sacrificed herself by meeting with his father in secret while it was so, so, blatantly obvious was maddening. He's an idiot... and a mean one at that. The way he treated her after she left him is where it went downhill for me. Instead of seeking an explanation, instead of communicating or being forgiving (again: he should have known why she did what she did, it was OBVIOUS), he turned so completely psycho on her I could not believe it. How …