I do not understand why I cannot finish The Brothers Karamazov. It is not a bad book. There is one noble creature to root for. There is intrigue. There is danger. There will be a mystery if I could just bloody get to it.
I am packing to go to Washington tomorrow and I looked at the book I just started and I looked at my big, fat copy of Brothers. I must finish it.
People of the Book was supposed to be my lunchtime book. But it was so good that I brought it upstairs to read this weekend. Last night, I dropped The Zookeepers Wife into my bag to carry around. Trade paperback, about the right size. This could go on forever.
Maybe I'm just going to not have a "carrying around" book.
That's not going to work.
Oh, hell.
I just downloaded The Brothers Karamazov to my Kindle. I just paid for a book twice to make myself finish my "summer epic".
This had better work.
2 comments:
Dude.
There was a time when the thought of not finishing a book was blasphemous. I stuck with it all the way through whether I liked it or not.
These days I've come to the realization that if a book ain't holding my interest, then let it go. Life's too short.
But that's just me.
Yeah, I pretty well agree with you. I am sticking with it for two reasons:
First, it is on the list of 1000 books to read before you die, so I am holding out hope that it gets good.
Second, part of the point of the story is the murder of the patriarch, and I haven't gotten to that yet. I keep thinking that it will get better when the old man dies, already.
I could do a whole blog post on books that I have started and not finished. In fact, I think I will.
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