I used to hate reading books in grade school. Of course there were a few books I really connected with and loved such as The Giver, To Kill A Mockingbird, Othello (Yes...I have a place in my heart for Shakespeare…is that odd being an anti-reader?). But for the most part I couldn’t get myself into books during my grade school years. I think it was the whole thing about having to read certain books as opposed to being able to choose what I read.
Nowadays I find that I enjoy sitting down with a good book. I have a good amount of TV shows that I watch so my reading time is often limited to when I’m waiting somewhere or sitting on the metro. Although I do read before bed from time to time. While I don’t read as fast as my friend Shirin, I do get through some books. I really enjoyed my last big read, Dan Brown’s The Lost Symbol. I love Dan Brown’s writing style in that he writes short chapters that really keep you on your toes and end with a cliffhanger. The Lost Symbol was especially fun to read because the setting was Washington, DC and the characters were running around a lot of familiar territory…including my commute to work!
I moved on from The Lost Symbol to a book I’ve wanted to read for a long long time: Wicked.
I have always wanted to see the musical, but knowing that there are a LOT more details in the novel, really wanted to read the book. I bought a copy and was really excited to dig in…but it wasn’t at all what I was expecting. Right from the start, there was a lot of vulgarity. Now honestly…it wasn’t to the point of ridiculousness…and not more than I could handle…but it just really surprised me. On top of that the language was really complicated…due in large part to the fact that the setting is a made up world with made up creatures, lands, items, and magic. While the language and crudeness were things I didn’t expect, I figured I’d probably get used to it and kept reading.
After about 100 pages, I wasn’t used to it. Opening the book started to feel more and more like those high school reading assignments. But I really had wanted to read this book…so I kept reading…
I’m now 200 pages in…and not only do I rarely pick up the book…but constantly think about other books I really want to read like Water for Elephants and how I feel like I will never get to it before the movie comes out. Or I find myself looking around the bookstore and seeing tons of other books I think sound really interesting. And then I’m sad that I’m in the middle of a different book that am not at all enjoying.
Tonight I found this book at Costco and it just sounded SOOOOO interesting to me for obvious reasons.
I finally gave in. I purchased it and I am literally moments away from digging in…but I can’t help but feel a little bad for giving up half way through a book I used to want to read so badly!
I know this is probably just one of my silly quirks and I should have given up on it way faster than I did. Have you ever given up on a book? Was it a book you really thought you’d love or was really looking forward to reading? How long did it take you? Did you feel the same way I did? (Got any good reading recommendations?) Let me know in the comments!