It took me seven years to finish reading this book. It is not that it is not magnificent--it is. But it lacks story or any driving force to help propell the reader to the end. The writing is gorgeous, masterful, but reading it often felt like wading through thick mud. I am glad to be finished with it, and will enjoy returning to it to reread the passages I found particularly beautiful, but I doubt I will ever read it again. It is Pessoa's own character, or I should say characters as he invented so many versions of himself to write with, that interests me the most.