(8 and a bit days to go!!!)
I love books. To pieces. Well, not pieces as I take care of my books, but you know what I mean. Even if a book is lacking in a few areas, I'll persevere and finish it. Granted, this has resulted in me reading some utter crap, but it's the way I work.
I'm weird like that.
Up until the night before last, I had given up on precisely two books. Frank Herbert's Dune, and Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice. In both cases, I read for as long as I could bare (60 pages and a third of the book, respectively), but ultimately gave up in frustration.
(I'm not going to rant on about why I disliked them, other than to say neither was the kind of book I enjoy, and both waffled the hell on for far too long. In my own humble opinion, of course.)
So, a couple of nights ago, I was working my way through The Praxis by Walter Jon Williams, and realised that, of the 120+ pages I'd read, only 15-20 were of interest (though the writing is great, and I'm sure fans of space opera would love it). Usually when this occurs, I carry on anyway, thinking that that's enough to sustain me, and moan when I'm finished. Then I looked up at my chest of drawers. In an untidy pile is a fantasy trilogy by Joe Abercrombie, a couple of humours by Christopher Moore and Dadvid Sedaris, and books 2-5 of Jim Butcher's Dresden files.
"Why the hell am I plugging on with a book I'm not enjoying when I could be reading one of those?"
*Closes book, puts on shelf with the other two of the trilogy, then picks up Jim Butcher's Fool Moon.*
I think I've turned a corner in my attitude toward books. Why waste my time on a book I don't enjoy, when there are hundreds of thousands of more suitable books out there?
There is no reason.
I think my new attitude has come from two events.
- Firstly, my writing; I become more discerning with every word I write. Especially after I've edited said word three times.
- Secondly, I have a stack of books on my cupboard. Usually, I buy books one or two at a time, and don't have the temptation of a better book within arm's reach. Lately though, I've been buying books before I've finished the current ones, and have a small pile of eight or nine.
What about y'all? Do you persevere with unenjoyable books, or do they hit the wall? :)
PS - Yes, I thought two "classics" sucked. Keep your outrage to a dull roar. ;-)