When do you give up on a book?
For me the answer always used to be ‘never’. I can’t recall an exact moment, but over the years I accepted as fact that I could not possibly start reading a new book before finishing my current one. Yet some people have several on the go at once!
On many occasions I tried, but I could never fully immerse myself in a new read. My mind would wander to incomplete plot lines or wonder how the characters fared in an unfinished novel.
I can recall the moment this spell broke, and the three books that followed it.
Spring 2016, after slogging through a meagre 26% of The Zoo- Jamie Mollart I finally gave myself permission to give up on a book.
Not long after We- Yevgeny Zamyatin followed suit at 32%, and finally last month We Need To Talk About Kevin- Lionel Shriver took a dive into my do-not-finish pile.
With a TBR of 100 or more there just isn’t time to invest in anything that doesn’t grip you.
Anyone else have books gathering dust?