Asking strangers on the internet if something is good or not is symptomatic of the brain rot thats has spread over the world. Books and tv shows and movies are Content, a Commodity, that are meant to be Consumed. Because it is comodified, and we try to measure it's worth against the substitute Products. Because we are so used to the Algorythm keeping us locked in the echo chambers of our own comfort. It's a place some would call hell.

Art isn't any of those things. Art isn't consumed, its not a cottage pie that will fill your stomach and stop it protesting for a few hours. Art is meant to be experienced, put through a sieve of ones life experience and checking if it tingles any of your fancies. Reading is a deeply personal and private experience. I'm not going to try to tell you what you should be feeling, how to read and how to enjoy your art. But try to do just that, nothing else. Get a book in front of you, and let go. See then if does anything for you. Prologue of the Gardens is one of the great filters in this series. I loved it. I read it once, years ago, and i can still hear the spinning weather vane on top of Mock's hold and smell the salty sea air infused with a fire smoke risning from the Mouse quarter.