I tried to read it. I slogged through 211 pages for petesakes. And that took me 2 weeks. Meanwhile my TBR pile was growing and beginning to get a mite testy that it was being neglected. Yesterday, I made myself pick the damn thing up again. I read two pages before putting it back down again. At that point, I admitted defeat.
You know me - I hate not finishing a book I put so much time and effort (and money - since it was a hardcover) into. That's part of the reason why I tried so hard to finish this damn thing. I wanted to love it. In the end, though, I just didn't. And here's the thing. I didn't hate it either. It was just 'meh'.
And I can't put my finger on exactly why it was just meh.
Maybe it was that the characters felt flat to me. Maybe it was that early on, I could see where the story was going. Maybe it was that I had such hopes for this novel that I oversold it to myself and then it under-delivered. :shrug:
I kept reading, hoping the characters would do something to make me love them or hate them or feel something for them. I read on praying to the reading gods that the author would do something unexpected to make the story sing. I pushed ahead dreaming that the story would live up to my expectations. And I wasted two weeks and 211 pages doing it.
Today I'll be moving on. I have a whole piles of works by awesome authors I know won't disappoint me. Hell, the new Allison Brennan alone should pull me out of the malaise this book put me into. If that doesn't work, I have Kevin Hearne, Laura Griffin, Nancy Holzner, Gini Koch, Justin Gustainis, Monica McCarty, David Farland - to name a few - to brighten my spirits.
Unless it wasn't that author and it was me. Gack, what a depressing thought.
What about you? Ever read a book that was 'just meh'? How long do you usually last before you give up on a story?
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