Am I also the only person in the world who that that Jonathan Franzen's first book was the worst book they'd ever read? Why in the world I even finished it, I don't know. Maybe because I figured it just HAD to get better somewhere for the world to be so in love with it. But it didn't. It was an ugly, horrible book. And because of that opinion, you couldn't pay to read his new one. But somehow, once again, the world seems to disagree with me.