>I hate giving up on books, and I hate admitting it all the more. There’s all that guilt. It was MY fault. Not the writer’s. (The only exception to this was when I failed to finish Atlas Shrugged back in 2005. Ayn Rand takes all the blame for that one. If she weren’t dead, I’d call her up and yell at her.)
Since I’m such a big fan of Nancy Pearl’s and she doesn’t hesitate to admit that she doesn’t finish books, I’ve decided to get over it and announce my unfinished business right here. These are the 3 books I gave up on in 2007: (I’m pretty sure there won’t be any more DNFs; I like everything I’m reading, and that’ll take me up to the end of the year.)
1. Daisy Fay And The Miracle Man – Fannie Flagg [I really liked Fannie Flagg on Match Game and I think it’s really cool that she and Rita Mae Brown were once close friends, but this first novel of hers just didn’t do anything for me. The narrator’s voice seems so thin and monotonous. I was dying for an aspirin by the time I quit on page 132.]
2. Skinny Bitch – Kim Barnouin and Rory Freedman [Please believe me; I didn’t pick up this book because Posh Spice was seen carrying it around. I had no idea. I just liked the title. Obviously I wasn’t offended by the bad language and verbal abuse as some readers were; what bugged me were the lists and lists AND lists of name-brand organic food that would be almost impossible to find outside of NYC or LA. I took Skinny Bitch to book group a couple of months ago and begged someone to take it. Liz kindly complied, and reported back that she was offended by the language.]
3. The Master And Margarita – Mikhail Bulgakov [I’m not much of a fan of Russian literature or magical realism, and when you put ’em together…not my cup of borscht. I really really REALLY did try to finish this novel, however, but finally admitted defeat about 110 pages from the end. Gotta lotta guilt here; this feels like MY fault. After giving up, it felt as if 20 points had been deducted from my IQ. I had to keep asking myself, “What would Nancy Pearl do?” To end with an almost-non sequitur, I’d like to say that if they ever make a movie of this book, Ian McShane should play the devil.]
I shouldn’t feel so uncomfortable about admitting my DNFs, but there it is. I hope I won’t have any in 2008.