I am a law-abiding person. I never drop litter or drive in bus lanes, download pirate movies or place an unexpected item in the bagging area. But there is one rule which I consistently break, and it’s the unwritten one which says that once you start a book, you have to finish it. Lets face it, if a meal is congealing on the plate, you skip to dessert. If the TV is rubbish, you channel hop. So why on Earth go through the motions of finishing a book which fails to intrigue, amuse or educate?
As I set myself the task of reading a book a week this year, I haven’t had time to faff about with ones which really didn’t light my fire.
These are the ones which I started but I didn’t finish :
- Siri Hustvedt : What I Loved
- John le Carre : A Delicate Truth
- Howard Jacobson : The Finkler Question
- Jonas Jonasson : The 100 Year Old Man who Climbed out the Window
- Neil Gaiman : The Ocean at the End of the Lane
- Chuck Palahniuk : Fight Club
Does anyone want to persuade me I should have persevered with any of these?!
