If my life is a book...

If my life is a book, its a mixture of comics, drama, suspense, fiction, non-fiction, literary, prose, laws, religion and of unending chopsuey of philosophy that substantiate the difference of modern and post-modern life.
I am both the villain and the primary heroine. My plots are intriguing, salacious, contemptible, likable and confusing in a web of concerns, issues and circumstance. Its tone is not monochromatic and its susceptible to varied interpretations depending on the ability of the reader to see every words, details, and beyond its sentences.
Its a kind of book that you'd like to see teased, rummaged and bedded because you'd grip for it toward its end. You can read it even if you are throwing away your feces inside your comfort room, but you'd certainly endeavor that no drop of water should tatter its page.
You'll find mirth in my laughters; tears in some of its contents; mounting challenges for matters that are hardly surmountable; unravelled secrets buried in the recesses of my mind; disdain to what is contemptible and some relative peace with nature in a sustaining search for destiny.
I would be a book that either you'd purchase in the bookstore; you'd rummage in a sale center; steal from its owner but you'd die from unending guilt if you'd do.
You can throw me away when you'd be enraged; keep in a shelf as collection; lend me to those who are interested; but you can't afford to lose me from your memory because you'd say "ah, it was life."
And one day soon, you'd tell a friend " there was a book that I've read. It was about....."
You'd then wonder if I am still available in a bookstore and any possible market place with a cheaper price.