|Pirate Ship Book by wetcanvas|
Rarely, you crash into some rocks and you sink.
While it sounds like I'm talking about sailing, I'm really talking about books (when aren't I?). Reading a book is like sailing. Sometimes it's an incredibly journey, sometimes it's an emotional wreck, and very rarely you sink and die.
It is extremely hard for me to stop reading a book before it's finished. It has to be godawful to make me stop rowing and allow myself to sink down to Davey Jones locker (yeah, I'm gonna keep the nautical theme going. Bear with me). I feel like a personal failure when I have to put a book away because I can't finish it. I'm always left telling the book "it's not you, it's me". Sometimes it's clunky prose that does me in, or glaring historical inaccuracies, or things like rape or massive amounts of senseless violence (I'm looking at you, George RR Martin). I hate abandoning ship on a book and many a time I've sailed into harbor after a particularly lackluster read, kicking myself the entire way. My time on this earth is finite (until I find a willing vampire), why am I wasting time forcing myself to read something I don't even like?
This week I had to put aside a book after only sixty pages. It was dull, confusing and lacked the spark the first book in that series had. I felt seasick over it. I won't name the book, but I was disappointed and it was agonizing deciding to abandon ship and find a more enjoyable vessel. The book sits on my shelf, glaring at me, and I just feel so bad. Should I have stuck with it instead of letting it sink? Maybe it could have been saved. Maybe page seventy would make the book come alive and I'd feel so silly for putting it down. Alas, it is not meant to be...
So I ask you, fellow