Apparently everyone hated this book but it is the first book I've read in a long time where I just read and enjoyed it and wasn't distracted by how much I HATED EVERYTHING, and that is all I ask for in a book. Also I hate supposedly "good" books (I'm looking at you, The Fault In Our Stars, and your ironic hipster drivel) so maybe I should start looking for more 2 star reviews.

This book was so devoid of strong feelings of hatred that I loved it. Not because it was great, because it wasn't. But because it was actually good enough. In the same way that Nancy Drew is good enough. I just read it and enjoyed it and that was all.

I had absolutely no expectations going in, no idea what it was about, nothing, and it was blissful.