You know when a friend tells you that you have to read a particular book?
So you pick up the book and you start to read and it’s horrible, but your friend recommended it so it must get better, and you keep reading and reading and waiting and reading? And it never gets better?
And then you start to think that if your friend thought you would love this book, maybe your friend doesn’t understand you at all?
And then you think it’s possible that you can’t be friends anymore with someone who would think you could love this book?
Reading is dangerous like that.