Books That Don’t Make the Cut
I used to finish every book I started, good or bad. (Ah, the luxury of youth and its limitless free time!)
Now, I find that my time is too precious to waste on something that doesn’t entertain/enlighten/please me, and although I always feel a bit naughty when I toss a book aside (not literally! I would never do that!), it doesn’t stop me from doing it.
I’m running into a problem with my Reading List for 2009. You see, it may look like I’m falling behind — well, it wouldn’t to *you* because although I stated that I wanted to read better books this year, I only initimated* to myself, and that only in a whisper, that a book a week seems like a nice balanced number to read in a year — but I happen to have fallen on a couple of clunkers lately.
I wonder if I ought to keep track of these in a sub-list of my Books Read list. Or would that be too persnickety? I don’t like to bash someone else’s work (since they actually sat down and wrote the thing, whereas I’m still only telling myself stories in my head). Without linking to anything, I can warn you that Gomorrah by Roberto Saviano is terribly written (or at least terribly translated, but I really think it’s the author who’s the problem), with multiply redundant descriptions and poorly structured exposition. Don’t bother.
I also just put aside Susan Choi’s A Person of Interest. This one isn’t so bad but its main character is just not very likeable, and with a few better books that I requested from the library ready for me to check out, I returned it. I may come back to it, particularly if someone I know tells me they liked it. (Anybody?)
*Did you know that the two definitions of intimate (v.) are as follows:
1 : to make known especially publicly or formally : announce
2 : to communicate delicately and indirectly : hint
How completely useless is that? (And by the way, I have only seen it being used as in definition 2).