I just finished reading it. It sang to me. I flew, fell, and rose with it, and it took me places I dream of to some extent or another. It showed me how to imagine the things I wish for. It reminded me that they're possible if even one person can imagine them enough to write about them.
I don't dream of a large house with a white picket fence, a spouse, and two and a half kids. I don't dream of turning my life into play dates with other couples. The stereotypical life or American dream, I don't dream of.
I dream of a community house, a place where anyone does whatever they want, and mutually with anyone who is part of the house or accepted guests. People who come and go as they please. People who may dine together, or not. People who may smoke together, or not. People who may play together, or not. People who may sleep together, or not. The phrase "What's mine is yours" speaks to me in a neutral or reciprocative way, nor is it limited to just a life partner. I may buy a TV for the living room, but you're welcome to ask and use it too. I may buy a game, but you're welcome to ask and play it too. I may buy food, but you're welcome to ask and partake of it as well.
I must be insane, or so I think, because this is what I dream of. Yet I don't truly view myself as insane, so there must be some basis in reality for this to happen. I don't think it's wrong.