I typically read books which have proven themselves: Either via expert book critics recommendations or chats with friends who are avid book readers etc etc. And, of course, I first double check the Goodreads rating before buying, read the biography of the writer (maybe some interview too) and show extreme preference to a classic, these shall be the real thing. ... and I just end up with books full of depression and anger, which, well may be the real thing (who dares say that Selin's journey isn't?) but they abstain from giving you any easy pleasure. So, how did I solve this one way to hell situation? I just went for a date with a Romanian girl I didn't like. And you might wonder... isn't kissing someone you don't like already depressing enough? Yes, it is... but what if I tell you that the date takes place in a second hand book market? And it's a date, going through the above described ritual it's just not the right thing to do. You must (pretend to) show...