I read this book once, “for pleasure,” in college. By the time I got to the end, I was devastated. I stayed under the covers for a whole afternoon and wouldn’t come out. It had a very large impact on me. I read it around the time I first started showing symptoms of depression, and needless to say, it didn’t help matters. I am literally afraid to read it again, for my own health.
A lot of people might react to a book that makes them feel that way by saying they hated it, and then promptly forget about it. But it continues to have a kind of power over me. I don’t feel this is a good or a bad thing, I think there are pros and cons to being awake to certain pathological social dynamics.
I’m curious to hear about other people’s experiences of reading it.