My posts have been a little lean lately, in part because I’ve started and stopped several of the books I was reading. Why did I stop? Good question. I’d started each of them because—obviously—they appealed to me in some way. I saw something in the cover art or read something in the synopsis that invited me inside. Once there, however, I found the place less appealing.
Sometimes—if it’s secular fiction—it’s the language that gets me, or the moral content. I can stand only so much sleaziness before crying “uncle.”
If it’s Christian fiction, the problem might lie in the opposite direction. Too much sweetness and light, not enough reality. Or a story that’s too message-driven.
Whatever the reason, quitting is always disappointing.
How about you? Respond with a comment and I’ll enter your name in a drawing for a $5 Starbucks gift card. Take my poll while you’re at it! Deadline is 8 p.m., Friday, May 6, 2011.
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the last book i quit was one my husband gave me. i felt like i was reading a foreign language and it just wasn't appealing to me!!! so, i read les miserables instead, which i loved!!!
ReplyDeleteWell, you don't need to enter me in the contest, but I will weigh in with my thoughts: It's very difficult for me not to finish a book, even one I don't like. I'm eternally hopeful that there will be some sort of redemption, some change in the book that will make me think, "Ah, I'm glad I stuck with it." That rarely happens. The few times I have stopped reading it's been more because the writing was so slow--not necessarily that I decided, "I won't read this!" Instead, the other books in the ever-growing stack on my bedside table simply called to me more loudly than the sorry, slow one did.
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