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 contains a number of sappy feel-good stories from everyday people, as well as instructions on how to make a nail bomb. You've never really thought about how much better you'd be without any kind of government in place, but now you've started to briefly entertain the idea. Sadly, the book is devoid of pictures, save the author's picture. You can't help but think that he looks a lot like Alan Moore in a straightjacket.

You replace the book, wondering if you'll ever have an uplifting experience while destabilizing federal infrastructure. 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!!!