Today I started reading a book and after one chapter decided to put it down. I do not feel guilty about it at all. This is a big statement, since I've always been the type of person that finshed whatever she started reading. I always felt that I make a commitment to a book, and must see it though. It's only recently that I'm coming to realize that it's okay to put a book down without finishing it. It doesn't happen very often, but when I just can't get into a book there's no shame in stopping. Actually, I think I need a twelve-step program.
Anyway, I tried to start
BreakupBabe today at lunch. I lasted until page 19.
That's worse than the other book I couldn't finish this month, Umberto Eco's
Name of the Rose. And that one's for book club. I'm bringing the movie version as my contribution to Book Club, as I couldn't get past page 52 in the book.
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