oh what a relief it is.
Posted September 22, 2010on:
On one of my recent library trips, I picked up the first book of a finished trilogy by an author I’ve been hearing nothing but good, nay, fantastic things about.
The blurb on the cover of the book had a few of my favorite words to see on a novel – corruption. betrayal. revenge. The blurb on the back of the book grabbed me right away. I was thrilled to have found the book, and that the library owned the entire trilogy. Even the title was alluring. Nearly 700 pages? Bah! I eat 700 page books for breakfast! OK, maybe not for breakfast, but I can typically get through that many pages in a week.
A week later and I was only three hundred pages into it. Reading it began to feel like a chore. I began to tell myself “just get to page 350, then you can put it down for the day”. The plot line? kinda ingenius. the prose? On the slow side, but not bad. The characters? surprisingly interesting.
but at 320 pages, I gave up. I just couldn’t get any further. There was nothing uninteresting or ungood about the book, I just had absolutely zero interest in continuing with it. I took my bookmark out, I put the book back in the library bag and didn’t look back.
And can I tell you what a relief it was?
Life is too short for books that don’t thrill you. Put them down and stop worrying about it.
I am over feeling bad about books I don’t finish.