I can be a cynical bastard (allow me the leisure to do so being on the wrong side of 30) but this novel/biography(?) moved me with its rawness.
I am amazed at how much love/hurt/pain is expressed and yet, such a personal viewpoint is tempered with an author's 'distance' from his subject matter so that one is caught oscillating between feeling and not feeling/examining a brief but wonderful life lived.
There is poetry in the writing (literally/metaphorically) and one's heart can't help but soar with the hope raised.
No, there are no happy endings. Page 1 gives that away, but death isn't just for the one gone, it's always for the ones who have to carry on living.