There are books and then there are Books. As a glutton for books I read anything I can lay my hands on.
Of late I have been wondering what makes a book good. Sometimes even great. Rarely even timeless. Some books fascinate. Some go deep into my being. They make me aware of myself in a way I wouldn’t have imagined.
Can a good book be defined. Nature of this goodness varies with people so much that a good book must be a personal decision.
So which books are for me. These days I try a childish test. I rewrite parts of the book in my mind. Like change a word here or there. Sometimes delete entire paragraphs.
If I cannot, I deem the book Good and worth further study.