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Sometimes you just find a good book. And you are just absolutely enraptured into that book that your world no longer exists but that of the one manifested from words. An escape to problems and excitement of a dilemma scripted out for you to lead. Is all of life simply fate? There's the end, but because we don't know how we get there, that we become oblivious. So you question, why is this book so dang good?