… is knowing when to quit.
A while back, I posted a list of novels I wish I’d never read. It was supposed to be a list of 10, but I stopped at nine. I can now add part of a 10th novel to that list, thanks to the 2015 Reading Challenge.
It’s a book I had started at least once before but put down after just 20 or so pages. For the *book with bad reviews* category on the 2015 Challenge list, I decided to give it another try (someone had previously told me she’d thought it was “pretty good, considering”). I got about 150 pages into it before deciding, “Nope, not for me, not worth my time, not for any challenge.”
If, after 150 pages (of 500), there was still no character who had sparked empathy from me, and if the MacGuffin couldn’t at least make me curious about how it would all turn out, then it was clearly time to bail. Each page only made me angrier and less willing to connect.
I even cheated. I turned to the last page to read the end. A group of formerly unfriendly characters were laughing in new-found amity. But I’m not in the least bit curious about how that happened.
Ah, the freedom to abandon a book. One of the perks of adulthood.
PS: If you can’t stand not knowing, you can find the book’s title on the Reading Challenge page above. It completes the Challenge for me. Most of the books were worth the effort. I may post something about highlights. Then again, I may not.