I love Oscar Wilde. His plays, his writings, his epigrams...the self proclaimed Lord of Language's wit dazzles and delights more than a century after his death. So I expected to enjoy this book. I expected to be amused and entertained and maybe even enthralled by this book, but I didn't expect it to be heartbreakingly beautiful in sections. That I would sit there, staring at the page with tears in my eyes, completely overcome by the transcending power of Love. A beautiful, surprising, and above all, moving portrait of a man who was never perfect, but always interesting. Oscar and all his loves are brought to vivid, sparkling life, with all the virtues and all their failings, and McKenna's words are almost as beautiful crafted as Oscar's own.