I wonder how much book enjoyment depends on the context. If I had read my favourite book for the first time this January, would I have still thought of it as my favourite book? How many books have I given three stars that I would have adored if I had been stretched on a beach, absorbed in the luxury of reading for as long I wanted?
where I was having a bad day before going to the gym, but then I went and had an amazing workout, and then afterwards all of my stress was gone and suddenly my day doesn’t seem so horrible.