Book 33: The Holy Terrors (Les Enfants Terribles) by Jean Cocteau

I think the draw of this book was probably in the language of the original; Jean Cocteau was just so quintessentially French, and this book is so subtle and atmospheric that it couldn't help but lose something in the translation. I'd love to brush up on my French sometime and read the original. Anyway, this book is about the obsessive relationship between a brother and sister and two outsiders who are drawn into their inner circle, mostly as observers. It didn't really resonate with me personally, but it certainly has literary merit. It probably outs me as a philistine, but B.