Is not finishing a book that you’re reading the same as not wanting to hear a story about a person that you just met? And if it is, does this make you feel bad?
When I was younger, I read books to the end, even if I didn’t like them for whatever reason, they were boring, I didn’t really understand them, I found them illogical, it doesn’t matter – I finished them.
Then I grew older, my priorities changed, and so did my understanding of those priorities, my attitude about my time changed and so did my time management skills, for better, or so I like to think – and it started happening – I started to leave books unfinished!
I didn’t know what to think about it first and I felt really bad, but then I realized that not finishing the books I read fits into my new take on priorities and time management – so I set up a new Don’t rule: don’t read books that you don’t feel like reading. Simple. Except that it was not – I felt terrible about not finishing a book, unless it was a horrible one, according to my classification, which is very subjective, apparently.
It doesn’t happen very often to come across a book so bad that you want to push it away. Just like with people. Rarely we come across a person that leaves such a wrong impression on us that we don’t want to have further contact with them. Once it does, we don’t feel sorry for it, do we?
So, why do I feel bad when a particular book makes me feel like I don’t want to hear its story? When it doesn’t make me feel comfortable. Why do I want to return to it?
Sometimes I would give it a second chance by leaving it for a while, thinking that maybe it was not the right time for our encounter. Like a love story between two right people who met at the wrong time – then, when it would appear to me that the time is right, I’d return to it and see how it goes. At times, it would go well. Other times, I’d put the book back on the shelf and leave it until… later. Maybe when I retire and have more time for returns…
Do books deserve a second chance?