Wait, so color really changes how you feel in a room?

But is that really why you switched? Or were you already leaning that way and the book just gave you a tidy story to wrap around it? I read a thriller about a chef poisoning people, but I didn't start inspecting my spices for cyanide. Sometimes a book is just a book. Are we giving literature too much credit for shifts that were probably already happening in our heads? Feels like we're all just looking for a profound narrative for every small change.