Okay, settle down. I'm not talking about giving up on writing. I would never give up on writing. I would rather go crazy first--and chances are, I will.
I'm talking about giving up on a book you're reading.
I recently finished reading Shannon Hale's fantastic novel, The Goose Girl
. I found it inspiring and fun, and I was full of hope for all literature as I started the next book on my library pile.
I fell off that mountain very quickly.
The next book was incredibly bland and weird and I was bored to tears. I had to force myself to keep reading--I told myself that I only kept reading because I was waiting for my hold on Paranormalcy to come into the library and I didn't have anything else to read.
When I expressed these sentiments to a friend, she asked me if I ever don't finish a book. To be quite honest, I very very rarely don't. And if I don't, it's thanks to immoral subject matter or excessive language (call me old fashioned, but that's the way I roll). Even if I don't like a book, I find that I can't stand not knowing how it ends.
But with this particular book, I seriously considered giving up. Right up to the last page, my mind wandered to all the many things I would rather be doing: cleaning my room, shoveling manure, studying statistics--and I'm not even in a stats class.
So my question for you, dear readers, is this: do you ever stop reading a book? What are your reasons? How do you cope with not knowing the outcome--or do you cheat and read ahead?
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I'm talking about giving up on a book you're reading.
I recently finished reading Shannon Hale's fantastic novel, The Goose Girl. I found it inspiring and fun, and I was full of hope for all literature as I started the next book on my library pile.I fell off that mountain very quickly.
The next book was incredibly bland and weird and I was bored to tears. I had to force myself to keep reading--I told myself that I only kept reading because I was waiting for my hold on Paranormalcy to come into the library and I didn't have anything else to read.
When I expressed these sentiments to a friend, she asked me if I ever don't finish a book. To be quite honest, I very very rarely don't. And if I don't, it's thanks to immoral subject matter or excessive language (call me old fashioned, but that's the way I roll). Even if I don't like a book, I find that I can't stand not knowing how it ends.
But with this particular book, I seriously considered giving up. Right up to the last page, my mind wandered to all the many things I would rather be doing: cleaning my room, shoveling manure, studying statistics--and I'm not even in a stats class.
So my question for you, dear readers, is this: do you ever stop reading a book? What are your reasons? How do you cope with not knowing the outcome--or do you cheat and read ahead?
