Ever read half a book and not be able to finish it? The book may be well written, its characters may be interesting, and the premise may be intriguing, but for some reason you just don’t have any desire to go on.
This happened to me recently, and I felt so guilty that I couldn’t move the book from my reading table back to the bookshelf. And until I moved the book, I couldn’t start another. For two or three days I struggled to pick up the book, but before I had read three pages The New Yorker would lure me away.
I can usually understand why a book didn’t hold my interest, but it’s harder to comprehend why I feel guilty about abandoning it.
Have you ever stopped reading a book in which you’ve read way beyond the opening pages? Did you find it hard to put aside?