This is one of those books that I love to hate. 
 I read it once nearly 10 years ago and hated everything about it. 
 Then I took a classics literature course and had to read it again for that last year and I realized that I didn't hate it as much as I thought I did. 
 The characters are horrible. Every single one of them I had issues with. 
 But at the same time, there's something loveable about their horridness. 
 They're so incredibly well constructed. I am passionately disgusted with their behaviours and their decisions. And the fact that I do feel so strongly makes me appreciate what the author has done. 
 She made these characters who are so real to me. I can picture them and can anticipate what they'll say or what they'll do next. 
 It's very vivid to me.