The Art of Reading

When you don't understand why a book is so great, or why you are not able to relish how others have proclaimed to, either they all are false, or there is a possibility, you are not in the best position to read, comprehend, absorb the intricacies and the depth of the situation described. Maybe you are just unaware. Unlearned. Not upto the level. Hasn't it happened, that you have started reading a very famous book, but you are not interested and put off the book, just to read it a year later and derive amazing levels of contentment and pleasure from the whole text? Or the book is plainly horrible.

How to write a novel, exist, but I haven't read anything about how to read a novel. Do you go about it scientifically, reading a series of books one after the other, and derive organized pleasure? Maybe that is possible. More often that not, picking up random books on random subjects is what I do. Which introduces me to topics suddenly, and hits me. I like that feeling. Instead of reviewing the book, knowing about its details and then try to find how the book is. I'm not a critic. What I want is learning. Pleasure of a spontaneity. Of novelty.