Last week I had to face the sad reality that I have to abandon reading a book. Try as I might, I simply cannot fight my way through it. This is the second time I’ve started on it, so it’s definitely not because I haven’t given it a fair shot. At least this time I got half way through it.
What’s the book? North and South by Elizabeth Gaskell. So one of the classics.
I think this could actually win an award for the worst book cover ever.
I wanted to much to like it. Mainly because I love the TV adaption with Richard Armitage as Mr Thornton (Richard Armitage = Thorin Oakenshield). At this point my son is rolling his eyes and inwardly screaming, ‘Stop talking about Thorin!’
Sadly for me, I just can’t get into it. It could be the cover. Or it could simply be that right now, at this point in my life, I’m just not into nineteenth century writing. I feel quite bad for having given up, as though I’ve let all the reading gods down.
Another one I’ve given up on is Outlander. This one I feel really bad about because it’s my mother’s all-time favourite. She’s loved it since before the name was changed and always said it would make a fantastic television show. This one is just sitting on the shelf, waiting to be picked up again. I do intend to finish it one day, but my desire to read it just fizzled.
I think sometimes I find it hard to motivate myself to read a book whose story I already know – if it doesn’t capture me right from the beginning.
I’d hate to think that one day something I wrote will be out there, the one someone has given up on, but I’m sure it will happen. Not everything is for everyone.
What books have you give up on?
Does it make you feel bad, too?