I liked it.
Have I mentioned I don’t finish books I don’t like? I’m cold that way.
I finish some that aren’t so great, but if I get a sense this is going South, I put it off with no regrets and move on. There are too many good books in this world to waste time.
A lot of reviewers have the fifty page test. If they don’t get through they don’t finish.
Well that’s nice to know.
Really, that gives me an idea of how to lighten up and be more generous in reading other people’s stuff– you know, offer to do what an agent does: accept the 1st 25 pages and ask for more if that 25 hooks me.
(Reciprocally, I figure that’s the way to offer my own stuff too. Less pressure all around.)
I can’t do it. My desire to know what happens leaves me having to finish some really awful books. I’ve only ever not-finished one book. Tess of the D’Urbervilles disturbed me so much I refused to finish it. It was even an assignment for a college lit crit class, and I took a low grade on my unfinished paper rather than finish the book.
I don’t think I’ve ever not finished a book, although there was one that I got so angry when the author killed off one of my favorite characters that I threw it across the room. (Fortunately, not at anyone.)
Oh, and . . . I tagged you for a game here http://purplemoose.wordpress.com/2009/05/17/tagged-me/
If you want to play, come and join me. :)