I judged this book by its cover, by its content and my discontent, by the way the story ensnared me deep into the night, by how one more page became one more chapter, by the speed with which I devour it, with haste at the outset and painstaking slowness at the close, by the number of times I re-read those last pivotal words, by the tug of war I found myself in, pondering whether I should etch these words into my skin, by the way I reverently closed the book, by the way I slumped back and clutched the small world that had, in a not so small way, added joy to my day.