First published 2003
You borrow the book five years after everyone else was raving about it, because while you are ashamed to be sucked into books everyone reads a la Fifty Shades, you are still dying to find out what all the fuss was about.
At first the second-person stuff strikes you as pretentious and annoying, but you dutifully plough on in order to get to the bride stripping bare parts. By now you no longer notice the second person thing.
After a while you put the book down for a couple of months, but then get back to it so you can return it to the library. You jump to the end to find out what happened, then you go back to where you were so that the ending can make sense.
As you stew over the book in the months and years to come, it disturbs you. You realize that the motives the bride had for doing what she did were as flimsy as those portrayed in a porn film (not that you’ve actually seen porn, but judging by how it is portrayed on general TV). In the end you are quite sure that this bride would not have really done those things; the book itself does not ring true.