The ideals and romanticism of Werther are so exaggerated that they're almost unbelievable. I thought Britain's 19th century Romantics were emotional . . . Goethe, in 1774, is 'worse'! I could not sympathize with Werther in the least; he was quite annoying with his incessant tears and sighs. Werther seems to me merely a kamakazi-like lover who opts a coward's end. Also, _The Sorrows of Young Werther_ denies the reader a full portrait of characters like Wilhem, Lotte, and big-man Werther himself. A quite disappointing novella for me.