Over the Thanksgiving holiday weekend I broke up with a book. It was hard. I mean, I am a man of my word and I stand by my commitments, but this just wasn’t working out. I dragged through each chapter, hoping to find something to spark my interest, to make me want to stay. But, alas, there was nothing. To be honest, I was faking it through the last “book” of the novel. I just couldn’t ignore that TBR (to be read) stack looking at me, calling me. 

I am a firm believer in finishing what you start, in everything. That holds true in my reading habits, too. I have had some books that started slow, but I stuck with it and was rewarded for my patience. I kept waiting for that turning point. I had read two of the three sections, or books, in this novel, and I just didn’t care. I know people who have no problem walking away from an unengaging book, but I want to fight through, to prove myself. But there comes a time when you just have to be honest with yourself. You don’t want to stick around and end up ruining your love of reading, right? That was the realization that I had to come to.

So, I did it – I pulled the trigger and I was happier for it. I have gone through quite a few titles in the past two weeks and I am kicking myself for taking so long. But, in the end, I needed to know that I did give that last book a real try… and I did. But now, I am back to not getting enough of a great story… and my TBR list is a few books lighter because of it.