I am reading a book I can't put down. It captivated me since the moment I saw it. The title, the back cover that told me briefly what the book is about was attractive. I like to read but I seldom find something that makes me want to devour the book. With this book, I'd take a last look at a sentence before I closed it and couldn't wait to get back to it to find out more. As the first chapters went by and a bit of predictability settled in, I started to feel that I didn't like everything Liz Murray wrote, there were entire pages I would have removed if I had written the book. And I got to spots where I felt I could take it or leave it and very tempted to leave it and pick up another book. I stuck with it and after the rough spots found myself again interested in the essence of what she wrote, her experience, her struggle, her success and failure and the style in which she tells the story so nicely. It got me thinking how a book is like a brand new relationship. Sometimes picked because we are in need of something “new”. Sometimes the cover is so very deceiving and sometimes it takes a while to get into it.