An amazing fucking book

Books will save you.

But not just any book — forget that Zen in any open book shit. It’s got to be a good book.

No, a great book.

No, an amazing fucking book.

Okay, maybe you can get by with a good book.

​But a bad book? A book you feel you should read — like that little fucking teacher voice in your head has put it on your mandatory reading list? A book that will enlighten you even as it bores you to tears?

Fuck that.

​A book like that could throw your reading rhythm off for months. Could return you to mindless scrolling of cat videos on Instagram, political diatribes on Facebook and skateboard face plants on YouTube.

​No, a bad book like that must be buried after about 30 pages of minutiae. To stop it from getting in the way of your getting devoured by an amazing fucking book. A book that you want to burn through but actually slow down with because you can’t imagine life going on when you’re done with it. A book that has you researching the author to find anything else he’s written, and when he plans to write a sequel to the amazing fucking book you’re currently reading. A book that forces you to start another book you can only hope is anywhere near the amazing fucking book you’re reading because at some point you will finish the amazing fucking book and will have to wind down gradually from the high since cold turkey will have you looking for the razor and a bathtub.

​Price should be no object. No bargain basement or library book will do. Pay what you have to for that next amazing fucking book to survive the completion of this amazing fucking book.

​And may your life be one amazing fucking book after another.

Oh, and by the way? The Price You Pay by Aiden Truhen is an amazing fucking book.