I pick up each and every book hoping that it’ll be my new favorite book. So when books rub me the wrong way, a part of me is devastated. When it’s a book that I’ve committed to review, I feel even worse. Because there is nothing more stressful and annoying than reading a book that doesn’t interest you, or makes you straight up angry.
In the past few months, I’ve picked up and put right back down a few books. Three of them were review books. I was excited about each book, and yet I don’t think I got past the 50th page on any of them. I wasn’t excited about the characters, the plot, and/or the author’s voice, and found myself struggling to even read a sentence. It’s usually at this point that I start to stress myself out even more.
I hate falling back on my commitments. If I say I’m going to review a book, I want to review it. I feel obligated to review it. But at the same time, I just don’t have the time in my schedule to read books that bore me. Between work and being a mom, there aren’t enough hours in the day for me to read a book that forces me to slog through word after word, hating it more and more as I go on.
But getting to the point of saying “enough is enough” is really hard for me. Maybe it’s the Catholic Guilt my mother laid on me day after day, maybe it’s the strong work ethic that keeps poking me in the back of my mind saying “you promised!” Either way, putting down a book is one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do since I started blogging.
As it is now, the three books I stopped reading recently are all on my maybe-I’ll-pick-this-up-again-someday list. But for now, I just can’t do it.
What about you? Do you ever find yourself struggling to put down a book, even if you aren’t interested? Am I just the odd man out? For my fellow reviewers, do you have a harder time putting down a review book than a pleasure reading book?