The Moment Someone Hated My Book, Repeatedly: A blogger reviewed Secrets of My Suburban Life and hated it, which is perfectly fine. But then, each and every time someone on the Internet posted a positive review, that same blogger would pop up in the comments section to say some variation on, “How could you like that book? I hated it!” I got so bad, I was tempted to pop up in the comments myself and say, “Mom? Is that you?” (Kidding. Kidding! My mom was hugely supportive of my writing. Plus, she didn’t really know how to use the Internet.) I’d been hated before, and I’d be hated again, but never quite so persistently. I can only imagine that such hatred uses up a lot of energy.