For the longest time one of my most annoying habits was to finish a book once I started it. No matter how bad it was written it would be read from beginning to end. It was a tick that drove me nuts. I was not obligated to finish it if it did not suit me so what propelled me to finish every single book I started remained a mystery.
This is how it has been for as long as I can remember. My love for books started the minute I learned how to read. Even to date our house is filled to the brim with books on all topics imaginable. We could probably open up a mini library or a book mobile at best if we wanted to. The thought of throwing a book away well it is just not done. I will swap it with someone else, give it to a used book store or to the library before that will ever happens.
My love of books is why I am a part of two book clubs. One that is run out of a local library by one of the librarians and one run by me for my women’s group. I can read books without bringing them home to keep was one of my first thoughts. This gave me a whole new world of books that I would never have thought to pick up to read.
Then it happened. The librarian picked a book that was just oh my gosh horrible. Every time I picked it up my body would cringe for it knew this was going to be a struggle. Deciding to not finish it was hard for me and the guilt of not reading it from beginning to end filled my insides from top to bottom. Getting to the meeting it turned out a few ladies had not read the book either for the same reason. But they did not have the same tick I did about finishing books.
It happened again only this time with the book club I ran. The book had all the praises and high reviews and the synopsis made it sound just awesome. It was not. I struggled again for the second time in a week as another book did not get read completely. This patterned soon enough repeated itself over the next few months.
For that I am grateful. Finally the annoyances and guilt that came with reading a boring book was getting nipped in the bud. While I hated to not finish each and every book I picked up I did not beat myself up for it like in the past
Freedom is a sweet word and it comes with so many different meaning. Thank you boring books of the world, thank you for being out there and helping me get rid of this frustrating habit.
4 thoughts on “Boring Books”
I too was victim of that quirk. A few years ago I picked up a book and every page got heavier as it was so boring. It was very hard for me to make the decision and I did feel guilty. Could it be upbringing?
Today I realize that not every book is for everyone….as a writer that is essential.
Thanks for sharing, great post.
So glad it is not just me for you totally get what i was saying. Thank you for that. 🙂
YES! It really helped me. I have not hit that stage as a blogger where I open up about things, I write about writing, researching, Astrology, Past lives…but I am hoping your wonderful piece will open me up to more ‘personal’ thinbgs without being indescrete…:) Bravo New England.
Thank you so much, that is so nice to read. When I started as a blogger my postings were more about myself and not my writings. I try now to alternate between the two for I feel both are important. Hopefully I am getting that balanced decently. 🙂 Good luck.