Eight chapters in, and I’m at a loss understanding why this book is so beloved. No character has any real personality, and the descriptions are clinical and passionless; the book feels like it was written by an emotionless robot. Maybe the story improves further along, but I really don’t feel compelled to find out.
I thought I was so cool when I was 12, cos we had to read that book in school and I was very public about how much I disliked it.