"Okay."

I usually read very pretentious books. If you were to ask me what my favourite book of all time is, I would say with an air of pompousness "The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald". It is a great book but sometimes I wonder if I like the book itself, or I like saying I like the book.

Majority of the time, I spoil things. I flip to the last page and read the last sentence just so that I can know what happens in the end. But this time I did not. I did not google the book or read the synopsis or flip through to let my eyes flit over the words so that I could get a gist of the book. I randomly selected the book solely from the sort of melancholic titles using my poor Internet Explorer browser at work and a week later, a bright blue hard cover with chalk-like font found its way to my desk. 

And now, it's my favourite book.

A children's book.

Come quickly, I am tasting the stars!