A Quarter In

I started off really excited by this book. It was thrilling, mysterious, and magical. Breathtaking. I felt transported into another realm.

Now, a fourth of the way in, I’m getting bored. It’s definitely still a good book. Bits of mystery still poke into the plot. The characters are intriguing. But I’m forcing myself to speed read to keep my mind from wandering off. Typically, I’d just give up and move on.

Except, this time, a friend lent me their joy. I keep seeing this title recommended in book groups online. When a post asked what we’re currently reading and I posted this book, many people got excited. They loved it. I’ve got to know what everyone is so excited about, since I’m already this far in.

I’ve also seen many compare his writing to García Márquez. I never did finish One Hundred Years of Solitude. I fudged my way through that school paper. I can see how great the writing is, but it’s just not my flavor.

So, it’s not torture to keep reading this. It’s still good. I simply need to get through it faster than if I was really enjoying it. I don’t want to give it back unfinished. She wouldn’t be upset, but I’d feel better finishing it and not liking it, than to give up. Maybe it will pick up again.