"Life would happen to him, and he would have to try to answer it, just like the rest of them." A Little Life was not so little after all. It was endless, exhausting, depressing and so, so sad. After a rocky few introductory chapters, in which Yanagihara seems to be deciding who the most interesting of the four main characters would be, you're thrust into the world of Jude - a damaged, brilliant man struggling to wrangle past demons and a broken body. This is probably the most graphically bleak book I've ever read. There's no sugar coating what Jude went through, nor the life he lives beyond that. You want to hate this book for making you feel so utterly defeated but then you realise that that’s what makes it so brilliant.