That’s what makes literature so wonderfully beautiful and poetic. There’s quite literally something for everyone. What one person considers a two-star read with little purpose and merit might be someone’s most prized possession. A book they return to because it offers solace in times of great need or a friend they long for on a lonely day. It’s a subjective love affair that varies from person to person with enough sub-genres and obscure branches to satisfy even the most hard-to-please readers.
