I'm not really sure if it is the ending of the book that moved me or my own disposition of late. I fear the latter. Even still, I hate reading a book that's words move me to talk and write differently than I am.
Though I do wonder if the picture had changed as Dorian had hoped, then perhaps the ending would have been much different. Most likely less interesting, but assuredly less abrupt.
I think perhaps the aspects of the book I disliked the most came from Wilde's lack of description when it really mattered. Sure, he'd go off on a tangent of how Gray was feeling or how his mind was shifting, but he left out important details to my brain.
I don't want to have to make up what Dorian blackmailed Alan Campbell with to have him take away his sins, nor do I want to have to create who or what the woman who showed James Vane Dorian's guilt was. Perhaps the answers could be found, and I had missed them. I have never been one to be clever with underlying meaning.
Nonetheless, I think I enjoyed the book. It was a quicker read than I had surmised, and has left me with some wonderful quotes to mull over.
Poor Basil. Out of everyone, my heart lies most with him.