It’s weird to be reading a book specifically because it’s meant to relate to you. My dad gave this to me because he read it when I was 15 and newly promiscuous to better understand me.. I’ve found this book a very bad representation of me because my motives and aims are different, my needs aren’t the same, I feel like most of my relationships are healthier, and I’ve never gone to the lengths she went to to try to get what I want. But I go still relate to much of it. So I read it with a highlighter marker and consider about my own life more particularly in places I pass through myself or do contemplate anyway. This has been a very interesting experience, to say the least.
