I hate to say it, but I am putting a book down... unfinished. For the record, I am a "rule-follower" and, for whatever reason, that also translates into my reading habits. If I start a book-- no matter how much I hate it, am bored by it, or don't understand it-- it MUST be completed. If I give up and stop reading, I feel like a quitter. I try to press on at times because I just keep holding out hope that somewhere in the pages ahead it somehow turns a corner and gets good... and if I've stopped reading it, I will never know if it turned out to be great in the back-end.
But yesterday, I gave myself permission to to put down a book I've been squirming through for a month now. (That should have been my first clue because it rarely takes me that long to read anything). The book: "Three Cups of Tea" by Greg Mortenson. Cue the tomato throwing-- cuz I have heard it is a great book. I heard it was slow in the beginning and was assured it DOES turn that corner I was talking about. But it's just not doin' it for me. Even the fact that it's trying to do it for me, isn't doin' it for me (name that movie quote). So, done with "Three Cups of Tea" (name that movie quote). I'm moving on.
I started "The Caged Virgin" last night (by one of my favorite authors, Ayaan Hirsi Ali) and just two pages in was HOOKED! Now, that's what I'm talking about!