Do you ever feel changed when you read a book? Like buoyant when you read a particularly positive book? Or, maybe horribly sad when you read about a despondent character? I find that it is better for me to not read about wives who are bad, very, very bad, to their husbands. When this type of book has ended, I often act unlovingly toward my husband! Maybe this is a similar phenomenon to what this article is explaining.