Okay, I got the idea for this post from The Writer’s facebook post which got it from a post by HuffPost Books. It’s quite simple, really.
What book or books could you never manage to finish?
I checked out some of the responses. The Hobbit ranked right up there. I have to admit, that one took me many, many tries over decades. I first attempted it in junior high. A couple of people couldn’t get through The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo by Stieg Larsson. I finished that last week. Though it started rather slowly, I finally got into it. Not as much as I thought I might given all the hoopla that surrounded the book. My husband read it first and passed it on to me. He recently gave up on the second in the series, though, The Girl Who Played with Fire. It bored the crap out of him. Still, I’ll check it out.
The reality is that I try to finish every book I start. It bothers me if I can’t – or don’t – for whatever reason. Nonetheless, I’ve got a few books I had to put down. There was Tom Clancy’s Without Remorse. It wasn’t a Jack Ryan novel, but one that dealt with Mr. Clark/John Kelly. I should’ve liked it, but I didn’t. I know something by Stephen King is on my list too. While I loved his book on writing, aptly named On Writing, I have a hard time reading any scary, horror stuff.
The book I most regret not finishing is Salt: A World History by Mark Kurlansky. I enjoy watching documentaries on TV, and salt arguably played a major role shaping civilization. The facts Kurlansky provided to support this hypothesis were fascinating – until I fell asleep night after night. (Despite the fact that I suffer regularly from insomnia.) Please – no one take this as a review of Salt. Try it. Lots of people loved it; fifty-eight gave it five stars on Amazon.
Now it’s your turn. What books make up your list of shame? We can compare notes and commiserate, maybe tell each other what we missed. I just hope no one mentions Moby Dick; it’s been on the shelf…waiting…eternally next in my reading queue.
July 1, 2012 at 3:19 pm
I’ve had an ongoing project over the last couple years to read those classics that I missed in my travels through school – Dickens, Flaubert, Huxley, Vonnegut, etc. Two that I just couldn’t manage were Sterne’s “Tristram Shandy” and Montaigne’s “Essays.” The first because it was just unreadable, the second because it rambled on for 900 pages.
July 1, 2012 at 7:40 pm
I read part of Essays in college. Do I remember it at all? No! Good thing I kept the anthologies, I suppose.
One of the guys in my writing group is so well read, I feel positively uninformed and unread next to him. But he’s been a great impetus to read writers I might not have otherwise known. Of course, he wasn’t a science major. Still, he’s incredibly self-motivated. Much like yourself.