If you read as I do (unceasingly, never sticking to any one genre, and always with a backup book (or ten) just in case, you’re always seeking books to match your current mood, yes? Pride and Prejudice won’t do when you’re in a Frankenstein mood.
There are times nothing will work except dark and broody-moody, to be accompanied by rough dark bread and almost unbearably smelly cheese. The next week, I may be in need of adventure so intense that eating while reading is almost unbearable. (Notice I said ‘almost’ unbearable. The only instances that really make me stop eating are break-ups, and I refuse to leave my beloved just to lose twenty pounds . . . of that I am almost positive.)