I'll be honest, I hated the fucking book.

Like every single thing about it, I hated. I found the entire thing insipid and reductive, but I kept reading it because I had heard so much about it and kept hoping it would get better. For me, it didn't. I'm a cynical old broad, and books like that just don't work for me.

But that doesn't mean you can't love it or that you're wrong for loving it. I'm glad you can find inspiration and joy in it where I couldn't. Your reaction to the book makes you happy, and we could all use a little bit of happiness in our lives.