There are two types of people who read Gideon the ninth: those who hate Harrow when we first meet her because she’s a raging bitch to Gideon who doesn’t deserve that but then slowly realize over the course of the book that she’s really just a traumatized child who doesn’t understand emotions and has the burden of her entire house on her shoulders and the mere existence of Gideon is a constant reminder of the 200 lives her parents sacrificed for her to exist and slowly learn to love her just as Gideon does
And then there’s those of us who meet Harrowhark Nonagesimus, the raging bitch, and are immediately like, “Yes. Her. I love her.”