In the last year or so, I've read 100 pages or more of the following books, only to put them down in frustration:
- Snow, by Orhan Pamuk (Good, but depressing)
- The Gathering, by Anne Enright (boring, depressing)
- The Emperor's Children, by Claire Messud (boring, too many descriptions of interior decoration)
and some others I can't quite recall, they were that memorable.
So yeah--we have a nobel prize winner, a booker prize winner, and a critically beloved winner. I'd be embarassed, except I'm not.
Which books have you guys started but never finished, and why?
I read Snow this spring for a class I was taking just for fun. (I finished my bachelor's about five years ago...eep!) I had heard so many great things about Pahmuk that I forced myself to keep reading and keep reading to see when it would get good. It never did. I was sorely disappointed.
ReplyDeleteI never did finish Swann's Way, by Marcel Proust. Despite warnings that I wouldn't finish it, I dove in anyway - mistake! I thought I was actually dying of boredom. That little experiment could have turned me off of reading forever!
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