"You've got to believe that what ever is in this book, is true!"

I crease my forehead in skepticism; My eyebrows embeded in a frozen posture of concern.

I late get shoved into reading the book. No matter how many times I have gently turned down the kind offer.

I suppose it would be courteous of me to read the book in response.

Return the book, and get heavily bombarded with criticism on my honest opinion.

So much for trying to keep an open mind as some loaned books would have gently reminded me to do so.

I've read a fair share.

After more than two decades of education, Books to me are a very personal choice.

I choose what I want to read, when I want to read. The best part is, I get to choose what I want out of my read.

I don't live by the concieved theories and sometimes, expectations set in a book by the alphabet. A friend who once read a book on wealth was miserable when realisations hit her that it was utterly streneous to make his first million by 30. Another let Mars and Venus tell her to play rubberbands with her relationships.

Good lord.

Guidelines are great but they're supposed to guide you not bloody RULE you. To have a book dictate the entirety of mannerisms, social choice, moral values and habits. Bah.

Undoubtedly the read was a good one. Kudos to the author on his or her brilliant novel ideas...please just don't wave the paperback in front of me and claim that it will change my life for the better.

"You hypocrite"

"Who me?"

"I've read ALOT OK???! You can't understand cause you don't read enough."

(Oh yes I do. I just choose not to display my literary conquests on Facebook or on my blog the way you do it.)

Sure. I see your time has been adequately portioned into digesting the gist of all that you've spent on your awesome library. And hey, you've got a bit of contradictory hypocriticism stains on your left cheek.