Well, it was a joke; I know I'm entitled to my literary opinions. But I appreciate the support?

Anyway. I disliked it because... I mean, how much time do you have? I will admit to not enjoying Literary Fiction as a rule; I tend to find it overwrought and tiresome. (I often find myself yelling, 'JUST TELL ME THE STORY FUCKO, JESUS.') But this in particular... ugh, it was a slog. The main characters bore almost no resemblance to actual humans, serving instead as The Good Guy Twin and The Bad Guy Twin, plus The Only Girl Who Could Love Them Both For Who They Are. And yes, there's the theory that this book exists as some kind of modern fairy-tale or commentary thereon, but I didn't at any point sense that the book was commenting on or sending up these tropes, or trying to use them in some new and interesting way; they just felt shallow and exceptionally poorly thought-out.

At first I kept reading because I thought that I had to be missing something or that I hadn't got to the good bit yet or whatever, because all I heard was how magnificent this book was. And then I kept reading because I had invested so much time in it, against my will and better judgment, that I had to finish it just so that I would have finished it.

...and then, the ending. Mother of effing *god*, that ending. 'The story is whatever you want it to be! You can believe whatever you want! Tra-la!' [author skips off into the sunset] I rage-stroked and threw the book across the room so hard it left a dent in my wall.

The one good thing that came out of reading it was the bonding moment months later when my friend's mum, whom I both adore and deeply respect, mentioned that she had just finished it and loathed it from her core. We then spent a solid 15 minutes what-the-fuck?!?!!?-ing and laughing about how infuriated we had both been by it.