Which, really, is a shame. Werther is a bit OTT with his exclamations of love, maybe a little too fervent, but I liked him better than Lotte. She seemed, to me, to be one of those woman who are very beautiful, and can get very well what they want because of that. Lotte knows this too, and she didn't strike me as hot stuff. I don't know if I've got the wrong end of the romantic stick, but she didn't seem worth going mad over.
Werther's story is told through a series of his letters, and then with a note from the 'editor' to the reader. The writing is sentimental, highfalutin, and loaded with exclamation marks. Maybe it's Werther and his passions, but it was a little too much at times. Despite that, The Sorrows of Young Werther was an interesting take on the tale of unrequited love.
Romantic (with a capital R) as it was, there were some beautiful lines in there:
...life's flowers are mere apparitions! How many of them fade away without leaving a trace, how few of them set as fruit, and how few of those fruits ripen! (55)
Man needs but few clods of earth to base his happiness upon, less to cover his final rest. (77)