"Go to the closest book to you. Turn to page 206. The first sentence explains your love life."
The first book with more than 206 pages is Umberto Eco's The Name of the Rose.
"Mäuse", sagte William beruhigend. - "Mice," William said reassuringly. - (translation by me)
Then I tried Emily Bronte's Wuthering Heights.
Ich habe kein Mitleid mit euch, ich nicht. - I don't feel pity for you, I don't. - (translation by me, couldn't find my English copy)
WHAT DOES THIS MEAN! WILL I EVER HAVE SEX AGAIN! I mean, 'having a baby' entails 'no sex for mom until she's 18', but... MICE???