7/22/2008

Quitting a Book...

I don't like quitting...

In fact, I despise it. I pride myself on always finishing what I start. Sometimes this can be a bit unhealthy, as I don't always realize that what I'm striving for is actually harming me. But, on the whole, I think perseverance is a trait to be admired.

That's why it pains me to say this, but I quit a book...

I started reading Gilead: A Novel sometime in February. A few friends had recommended it, so I had high hopes. Unfortunately, after several months of struggle, I just couldn't engage with the story. Perhaps it was the narrative. Perhaps it was the fact that there are no chapter divisions. Perhaps it's just the pace. But, whatever the reason, I just could not maintain interest in this Pulitzer Prize winner.

So, a few weeks ago, I quit. And I totally feel guilty. I mean, seeing it on my shelf actually produces a bit of shame in me. I feel like I abandoned a friend. I've even moved on to a rebound book (see the top book in the right column). But I can't shake the feelings.

Maybe one day, in the future, I'll be able to go back. Both the book and I will be different. We'll have learned from our mistakes and changed for the better. We'll be able to start a new and rekindle the hope that our relationship once held. Maybe... But I doubt it...

1 comment:

TMAR said...

Me too.......