I finished the book So Many Books, So Little Time-A Year of Passionate Reading by Sara Nelson. It was a fun read and introduced me to books I would never pick up in the first place. My reading list grew by about fifteen books.
Here's what she says about not finishing a book. "So I did something I have only in my maturity learned how to do: I stopped reading. Right there, on page 71, right after the hero, a brain-damaged soldier, encounters the little boy who will change his life. I might pick it up again, I told myself. And I might. But I doubt it. Allowing yourself to stop reading a book-at page 25, 50, or even, less frequently, a few chapters from the end-is a rite of passage in a reader's life, the literary equivalent of a bar mitzvah or a communion, the moment at which you look at yourself and announce: Today I am an adult. I can make my own decisions."
I remember when I decided not to finish a book; something I had never done before. I was reading 100 Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez . I was on the next to the last page and became so frustrated that I threw the book across the room shouting, "This is stupid!" I never finished it.
Thinking back on it, I have a hard time imagining being that frustrated by a book one page away from the ending. But I was. Since then I've had no trouble not finishing a book if I'm not really into it by about fifty pages or so. That's three negatives in one sentence. Is that allowable?
My new motto is "Life's Too Short to Read a Book That Doesn't Capture My Interest."
Here's something funny she said about trying to get interested in different books and failing. "I'm like an animal off its feed. I can't get into a novel to save my life. Biographies bore me. I've left so many open books belly down, on the green bedroom rug that the whole place is starting to look like an aerial view of a town full of Swiss chalets." I think that's hilarious!