It is an awful thing not to be able to finish reading a book. Not by circumstance, but by your own will. I try to give every new book that I read fifty pages of my time before deciding whether or not I will continue reading it. Sometimes it takes more pages to decide, and sometimes less. I know there are other readers out there who, like me, abhor having to stop reading a book. The decision brings an indescribable guilt that haunts you for longer than you expect.
In 2018, it is entirely possible that I attempted to read, but did not finish, as many books as I actually did read in their entirety. There are only so many books out there and quite frankly, life is too short to while it away reading books I don’t like. I would rather spend my days reading books that excite me, not ones that hang over my head like a required reading homework assignment for a class that I hate.
In many cases the books I chose not to finish went straight to the library either to be returned or to be donated. Either way, they were released back into the wild hopefully to find their way into the arms of a grateful reader who sadly could not be me. Sometimes books get better if you stick with them. Here is a tip: if you feel like you have to read it, don’t.
If a book is meant to be on your literal or figurative shelf, it will find its way to you. Or in some cases, find its way back to you a second time around. You will pick it up and being reading and think, how did I not like this before? I love this book! And another book journey will begin.