In the last couple of weeks, I’ve put down almost as many books as I’ve picked up. Yes, I’m picky. Perhaps part of the reason I’m so nonchalant about abandoning them is that I don’t have a vested cash interest. Ely paid for them. She and I swap books. I love getting boxes from her that have little stickies on each book with pointed comments: “Not so horrible, just so-so for me,” “The best part about this book? The dog on the cover,” “Spooge! It’s so bad have liquor nearby,” “Oy vey, the Scots are coming.”
Now, the fact that I can shut a book midway, or skim ahead to the HEA is something new. I used to be a good girl who read every word until the bitter end. Now I operate on the “Life is short so eat dessert first” principle. If something tastes bad or boring to me, that is The End, even if I’m on page 127.
Do you abandon, skim or read the last chapter first? Do you do a book swap or donate your books? (I do both.)
It’s not that I’m so smart, it’s just that I stay with problems longer. ~Albert Einstein (who probably never read a bad romance novel, and who was definitely not an April fool.)