When I told my friend I was reading The Fountianhead by Ayn Rand, she asked me ‘Why? Do you hate your life?’ I was flabbergasted. I was only about 100 pages in, and was absolutely loving it.
Turns out, she had never read the book. She had only read articles about the book but formed an opinion from someone else's filtered opinion of the book, and I realized that comment was very coincidental as I read.