You take hold of the book and very carefully pull it halfway off the shelf. When nothing happens, you pull it the rest of the way off the shelf. Still nothing. Must not have been the right book. Oh well, no sense putting it back yet. You open the book and start thumbing through it:

The book is a work of historical fiction about a journalist who interviews a retired gong farmer. After a brief introduction, the rest of the novel is written from the perspective of the farmer. Said farmer recalls how he got into his line of work after he flunked out of rat-catcher school and wound up with a serious tuition bill. While the book is initially entertaining, with tales of the man's tutelage under a Grand Master, the rest of the story trails off into descriptions of different types of specialty shovels and a list of secret dumping sites.

You place it back on the shelf in digust and think "what a shitty book". The shelves suddenly begin to creak loudly. The entrance must be opening, you think to yourself. That was a good guess, but no, the shelf merely collapse and buried you under an avalanche of books. On the plus side, at least you have some good books to read while you suffocate.

READING IS SUCCEEDING... AT FAILING! START OVER!!!