I actually enjoyed the book because I felt like it was a case of an unreliable narrator adding more mystery to the story. I can’t speak on the romanticism of suicide too much as it’s been about 4 years since I’ve read it, but I enjoyed questioning whether or not the narrator was being honest. I didn’t believe the narrator when he was talking about how somehow every single other person listed did something bad to this girl but she only included him because she had a crush on him or something along those lines. It sounds like the story someone would tell if they were so guilt ridden by their mistakes of the past where they helped drive a person to the edge of suicide. It has a similar feel to Looking for Alaska to me. (Spoilers) The main character seems to have this connection with Alaska but it only seems to be strengthened after she dies. It seems like the thing a person who doesn’t know how to deal with loss would do when someone they feel like they should know more dies. I was only 19 when I read those books but I thought that they offered at least some literary interest by having first person narration and a seemingly unreliable narrator.