Tenth of December

I liked it. Turns out I just hate everyone else's opinion on it. George Saunders seems to invite an abundance of critical lit dick-swinging. He's the Bon Iver of the written word. Have you read some of these reviews? Sorry, I can be just as guilty of the same overwrought analysis but this is just too much. You've all forced my hand and now I'm reading non-fiction and self-help.