That's how I'm feeling today, and it's about a book that I did not think was particularly well-written, although it got a lot of critical acclaim. It's called The Book Thief and is set in a small town in Germany during the time of Hilter. According to the author, the theme of the book is the power of words and I can see that he is true to that theme. That, however, is not what stuck with me. Rather, the story got me thinking about how important it is to know what's important in order to create a life you consider a life worth living.
I'm happy to have found something worthwhile in the book, at least in retrospect.