Or rather I didn’t do it? I didn’t finish a book. I was struggling through Witches of Eastwick. I told myself to get to page 100 before I made the decision to quit. I hate not finishing books. I feel like i failed. I feel like I missed out. I wonder what happens, what if it got good??
But I couldn’t even get to page 100. Each night I was only reading a page or two. And when I had free time I was always putting netflix on instead of reading (in that defense, Friends is pretty addicting).
So I did what normal people do in this day and age; I polled Facebook. Most readers said they forced themselves to finish the book no matter what. Or at least come back to it. But the minority that had answers like Life is too short to read a bad book and I read 1/4 of it, if it’s not good by then it never will be, were the ones that I kept coming back to. A friend asked me if i’d continue a bad movie or tv show, and pointed out how that isn’t any different. It’s all entertainment she said and the author failed not you.
So I put the book down (admittedly not yet returned to the library), and decided on my other choice for a book published the year I was born Boy by Roald Dahl…
I’m already half way through.