Nepal, Jan. 18 -- When I pick up a book to read I do so with certain anticipations. I'm not seeking for a life-altering read that will inspire me to shave off my hair and venture into the wilderness in search of Nirvana all Christopher McCandless style (except for a few times when I go all nihilistic on life, we all have our days). But reading, I believe, should mean something in the end. It's perfectly okay to pick up a book and not develop any new insights or learn anything remotely new (the latter, however, is rare in my experiences), as long as you enjoy yourself. Enjoying the read is reading delivering its purpose. It meant something at the end and that's perfectly fine.

I feel a book has done good anytime it incites extreme emotion...