Her fingers carefully caressed the covers of potential readings, as if doing so they will emit something to tell her she is making the right choice. In her mind there is no wrong choice, for whatever piece of literature she chooses, she will take some piece of knowledge or understanding from it. She comes across one book that really stands out to her. It’s corners are crippled, it’s pages torn, and it’s cover mangled. She brushed off the dust using her index finger, to realize there is no title, no authors  name, and no publishers stamp to be found anywhere. Intrigued, she opened it.
“Burn this book.”
She did not burn the book, and would live to regret not taking this valuable piece of advice for a very long time..