…you just cannot get into the book you are reading? I am struggling with “Son of a Witch”, by Gregory Maguire. I liked “Wicked”, and I also enjoyed “Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister”, but with “Son of a Witch”, I am not engaged.
I guess I will forge ahead and keep reading, but I kinda don’t want to. Once I start a book, I am determined to finish it. I have read some bad books before, and I should have put them down, but I went ahead and read them until the end.
One was “The Four Ms. Bradwells”, by Meg Waite Clayton, which, at only 321 pages, actually took four or five grueling days to complete. The characters bored me, and the storyline was weak. But I finished it. And then I immediately sold it for credit at a used book store.
Another regretful read for me was “The Other Queen”, by Philippa Gregory. This was a bit longer at 438 pages, and I think it took me over a week to sludge through it. I felt like she wrote about 5 or 6 original pages and then just repeated herself over and over and over again.
So, I’d like to hear from you guys; any books out there of which you forced yourself to finish like a plate of liver and onions? Should I abandon ship and pick something else up? Has anyone else struggled with “Son of a Witch?”
I am nothing if not tenacious and true, but I kinda want to get started on something else.
About a month ago, I posted a piece about not being able to write anything due to a skull funk. I am having a similar issue right now, except with reading. Is it the book, or is it me?