There are days when I finish a book, feel good about making the right choice, and stack it neatly on my shelf before carrying on with my life. And then, there are days when after reading the last line of a book, I close it with care and hold it to my chest for a couple of minutes with my eyes closed and refuse to move on as if life has come to a standstill. This is one of those days when I prefer to dwell inside my book instead of being surrounded by chaos.