Did I read this book or did it read me? This question, much like this book, is what haunts me.

Did I read this book or did it read me? This question, much like this book, is what haunts me.
I feel pretty defective for not enjoying this book the way everyone else seems to have. Like I get why it’s so raved about and deeply loved, but it’s not my favourite cup of tea.
Just because something is profusely talked about doesn’t automatically make it good. What a lesson to learn.