“Life is too short to read bad books.” I’d always heard that, but I still read books through until the end no matter how bad they were because I had this sense of obligation.
That is, until this week when I tried (really tried) to read a book that is utterly boring and unrealistic. I had to stop reading.
Do you read everything all the way through or do you feel life really is too short to read bad books?
That sense of obligation is very strong with me. If a book I’m reading goes sour, I’m even more determined to finish it. It’s partly a hope that there’s something good or at least salvageable in the book, and partly a desire to conquer a book. I will admit to having a bit more fun reviewing books I didn’t like than books I’m ambivalent about.
There’s also the eternal hope that the book will cross over from simply bad to good bad. Breaking Dawn was totally unrealistic and silly, but I giggled my way through it. That’s why I finish reading bad books; there’s still enjoyment in them, but it’s a very different kind of enjoyment.