I'm probably the only person who just didn't like that book.

It was my mother's favourite book and she had me read it for my 16th Birthday. I tried reading it again when I was 18 and again last summer.

I'm not fond of the book, I have no great arguements to support my choice - it's just a personal feeling.

I think it's because the journey and the honesty of the characters are so powerful and relatable that I can't help but feel disdainful and resentful.

It's like.... the things we hate the most are the things we hate about ourselves.