I used to be compulsive about my reading. I had to finish the books I started and, if I couldn’t–if I wandered away fromDavid Coperfield or left the Mayfair Witches to their fates–I saw it as a sign of personal weakness.

It was an easy attitude to have when I was sixteen and had evenings, weekends, and physics class at my reading disposal. As I got older, as more responsibilities fell my way, this attitude became more and more relaxed. These days, I give a book about fifty pages (unless I have to read it for a specific purpose).

I’m  a far cry from the girl who took a decade to read LOTR, who kept coming back to it every couple of years because she couldn’t stand the thought of not having read it.

How about you? Once you start, are you committed to seeing a book through to the end? Do you feel life is too short to read something you don’t enjoy? Are there any books you’re secretly embarrassed to have quit on?

 

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