Your favorite book? YA garbage. The one you just finished? Utter tripe. That beloved author of yours? A moronic, otiose idiot.

That recommendation you gave me? It sucks and I hated it, but I'm not going to tell you that because I don't want to hurt your child-like feelings, you stupid imbecile.

Aesthetic quality is ultimately subjective? Wrong again, dumbass. Your taste is objectively terrible. Every moment you spend talking about what books you read is a moment that irreparably damages the combined intelligence of the whole human race. A single page of any book that you like isn't even fit to serve as toilet paper.

It's not gatekeeping if you are too stupid to find the fucking gate, you total clown. Never read again.