Jennifer Lee, a 24-year-old pastry chef from Connecticut, has read hundreds of books. She’s partial to romance novels with burning enemies-to-lovers arcs, especially those that lean on fantasy tropes: magical colleges, regal dragons, and slender, shirtless half-elves coiled in knotty muscle. She isn’t above the occasional steamy sex scene. She enjoys the work of Sarah J. Maas and her vast bibliography of kink-friendly fairies, just as she likes the Hunger Games–tinged entanglements of Lauren Roberts’ Powerless trilogy. But one thing Lee emphatically does not like is any book written from the perspective of a third-person narrator. I know this because on her TikTok page, where Lee posts about her literary proclivities to 15,000 followers, she has uploaded a video in which she scrunches up her face in disgust at the prospect of venturing away from her preferred syntactical architecture—the safe, ensconcing I’s and me’s of the first-person perspective. A single sentence is emblazoned across the bottom of the frame. It reads, plain and simple, “I HATE third person POV books.”