I knew she/her journal/him were unreliable narrators. It was still boring AF and I wish I hadn't wasted the hours I did thinking it would eventually get better. I spent the entirety of the book irritated. Similar to The Davinci Code which at the time everyone also loved and I hated. On the plus side, it was the book that finally set me on the path of "If I am hating a book I'm not wasting any more time on it." which has opened the door to many more books I actually enjoy.