I don't read too many classics, so when this one was recommended to me, I thought I'd give it a shot. At many places in the story, I definitely identified with the main character, though at other times, I just wanted to smack him for being an idiot. Maybe it's because I believe love is a choice, an action, more than an irresistible feeling. And maybe that's a clue as to what's wrong with me. :-)