Reading is a thing I love and hate. As is almost similar to everyone, reading provides knowledge to know nature, philosophy to know life and entertainment to know cheer, from any of them we benefit. Reading is a temptation for me, but I hate the experience when I am put in undue profession, obscurity and naivety.

Books are friends I make, but I first get along with them with blind eyes. I know a book, sometimes, by trials of intensive reading, only to find that it fits some people else with different ages or background. Sometimes I give up a friend halfway, for the excitement in the beginning but dislike of changes in either literary style or development of plots.

But is it the fault of books? It is never. Reading is a self-conscious and great habit, we can choose what to read but never contempt for reading. However, it is still reasonable that readers are particular about or distaste a book, because not a single book is born to serve not one less.