Annnnnnnnnnd I’m back. It has been a while since I’ve posted. The reason behind this is a sad one: I haven’t been reading as much recently. There is a bit of a story behind this, though.
A while back, a friend recommended the book Then We Came to the End. She said it was something she was enjoying and it was pretty funny. I read the description of the book and thought “this does look good” and picked it up. Now here’s the thing, I actually enjoyed the book while I was reading it. I could tell that it was well written, interesting, and completely relevant to today’s society. The problem was that every time I put the book down, I had absolutely no desire to pick it back up again. Sad, but true. I felt no real connection to any part of the book; no real desire to find out what happened to anyone in the book. Recently I wrote about giving up on a book halfway through because I wasn’t enjoying it. Now, I feel like a bit of a failure because this time I didn’t give up because I wasn’t enjoying the book. But, I did give up on the book last week due to a funny conversation I had with the same friend who recommended it.
Last week I mentioned to my friend that I was having a hard time getting through the book. I could tell it was good and yet I found that I had no desire to pick it up. I found that I was avoiding reading because I didn’t want to give up on a book that she had found so good. I didn’t want to admit defeat. It was at that moment that my friend told me she had absolutely no idea what book I was talking about. In looking back at her e-reader, she realized that she had recommended the book to me while she was only about 25 pages in. Then, she never finished it herself. We both had a good laugh.
That night I downloaded Son by Lois Lowry. I finished it two days later. Now, what’s the point of my story? Not every book is for every person, no matter how great a book it may be. Coming up next: Son by Lois Lowry!