/lit/ - Literature

>be currently reading a book
>going into it completely blind
>it's fiction
>it's quite good so far
>really enjoy how it's slowly unraveling
>get curious about other people's thoughts on it
>archived.moe/lit/search/text/[insert title here]
>the first few results completely expose the book's unreliable narrator and his delusions, therefore destroying the mystique surrounding the way it's been written
>they also reveal its secrets
>i can't read it again without being constantly on the lookout for the signs of deceit and inconsistencies
Why did I have to succumb to retardation?

What should one read in order to stop being in love with their own wit? I feel like a disgusting haughty pig, and must get humbled. That love should be directed to the outside world instead. Zingers don't affirm the vastness of life.