So. Unbearably. SLOW.

It took me almost two weeks to read; I found it nearly impossible to go more than two pages without stopping dumbly, having to reread a particular sentence or passage, savor it, sometimes to the point of putting the book down. Then, when the end approached, I had to read even slower because dammit I could not bear the thought of ending our relationship. Sometimes Jackie resented a perfectly good book because it ‘forced’ her to stay up all night. Oh, how I resent this book. For forcing me to read so slowly. For ending. For making me fall head-over-heels in love with every one of the beautiful imperfect characters and especially with the writer who gave them life and who so exquisitely put together word after perfect word.