Normally, I'd jump to the juvenile statement that interpreting good books in class ruins them. Interestingly enough, though, interpreting this book in my class did just the opposite.
At first, I had read through the prose and the imagery, eager to finish up the reading assignment every night and taking half-hearted notes just to pass the pop quiz that would inevitably hit when least expected. Fortunately for me, though, in-class reading became a highlight, and my English teacher made me appreciate this book way more than I would have without any sort of guidance. Reading through the words again made me pinpoint every luxurious bit of metaphor and simile coating the book and, oh! What a joy each bit was!