I read The 7 1/2 Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle, and take enjoyed it. Read another book, then started reading Devil and the Dark Water by the same author. I got about 25% through and just decided to drop it for something else. I’m not an avid reader so i never know if I should stay committed or not.
When it becomes a chore. When the stupidity surpasses my ability to tolerate stupidity. When the writing is poor enough to detract from the story.
Life is too short to read books you’re not going to enjoy, OP.
My biggest enemy is boredom - I have to be engaged to keep reading. Although the last two books I’ve abandoned were for other reasons. One because of a graphic animal-abuse scene that I couldn’t make it through and one that turned into a Christian novel half-way through. None of the reviews mentioned it, but apparently the author found god and released a new, improved printing featuring extra Jesus. Blech.
You have no obligation to finish a book. There are too many good books out there to waste time on one you don’t like!
(Also you’re completely right, 7 1/2 Deaths… was such a brilliant book but his follow up had that second album problem. Hopefully the third will be great)
If I find myself skimming pages and pages. I know I’ve lost interest in the book.
Around the point where you start looking for excuses not to read it and need to force your way through it
I generally give up after 100 pages or so if it hasn’t caught my interest by then.
Life is too short to slog through a book just because other people liked it.
I try to do it before I even touch it. 😊
The best way to do that is to select your next reads by relying on your own previous reading (that gets easier as you read more), or on the opinions or recommendations of people that know you very well or have very similar tastes.
I haven’t abandoned a single book in years. The few times I was tempted to throw something aside, it was because I was misled by hype (and comparisons that seemed promising but didn’t deliver), or - most commonly - because someone gave it to me as a present.
I have a Kobo ereader at my bedside table and read almost every night in order to fall asleep, so when I dread picking that up I know I either have to double down and finish the book or drop it. So far it has only happened once in recent years. That time it was Salvation by Peter F Hamilton, a hefty chunk of a book. If it’s a novella I generally try to read more often just to finish it.
Either I’m hooked from the first sentence or I’ll never be. Simple as that.
This seems absolutely absurd to me. Some of my favorite books of all time took a good 20 or so pages to get into. In fact, I don’t know if there’s any book I’ve been hooked from the first sentence.
