I went through a period where I just had to finish any book, especially if it was anything of literary "importance" . From around 2010 to 2013, I think the only book I abandoned partway through was James Joyce's Ullyses, once I realised maybe a quarter or a third of the way in that I had gone over a hundred pages without the faintest idea of what was happening.
It was after wasting roughly five weeks slogging through Kim Stanley Robinson's Antartica that I came to the conclusion that life was much too short to be wasting it reading books I couldn't stand, especially when I could have read six or seven good books in the same time period.
It was after wasting roughly five weeks slogging through Kim Stanley Robinson's Antartica that I came to the conclusion that life was much too short to be wasting it reading books I couldn't stand, especially when I could have read six or seven good books in the same time period.