As many of you know, I love to read. I read a lot, and I read a variety of genres. I have some favorite authors, both contemporary and classic, and I have a short list of authors whose work I have read and I wouldn’t read again. As I keep finding new authors to try, I suspect that I’ll add more favorites and will likely find a few that I will put on the don’t-read-again list.
I used to have a rule about the books I would read. It was simple. If I started a book, I would finish the book. It didn’t matter how much I didn’t care for the book, I had decided I would finish it on principle. I’ve only broken that rule three times that I can remember. Once was when I started and did not finish Nick and Nora’s Infinite Playlist by Rachel Cohn and David Levithan. I made it about 10 pages into this book. The f-bomb appeared on every page, not just once, not just twice. I picked a page and counted, and it was there 23 times. On one page. And it was like that on all ten of those pages I read. I simply couldn’t take it anymore. They made a movie, which was rated PG-13, which tells me that they did not drop the f-bomb nearly as often as it appeared in the book. It could have been a good story, but I simply couldn’t get past the language. I broke my rule, and I didn’t feel bad about it.
Another time, and this was before Nick and Nora, was when I started the first book The Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien. I just couldn’t get into it after a couple chapters, and I put it down. Many find that hard to believe, but at the time I just couldn’t get into it enough to make myself finish. I don’t even remember the title for the other book, but it was written by Patricia Cornwell. All I remember about it now was that it had something to do with her style and her use of tense. I don’t remember the specifics of what I didn’t like about it. I just remember I thought it was awful and decided that since I hadn’t broken the rule before, that it would be OK to break it just that once. Of course, we now know that I ended up breaking it again, but with both those cases, I believe I was justified in breaking the rule. And in case you’re wondering, I haven’t picked up another book by Cornwell either.
There have been quite a few other books I have read, and finished, on the basis of my rule. Herman Melville’s Moby Dick comes to mind. I wouldn’t recommend this book to anybody. I read it on principle only. It’s one of the classics. I teach English. Many make the wrong assumption when they think that just because I teach English I have read every classic out there. I have not. They also often assume that just because a book is a classic and I teach English that I like every classic out there. That’s also not true. I suffered through Moby Dick simply because I told myself, “You’re going to read this book so you can at least say you have read it.” When I think of the hours I put into that and the actual good books I could have read, I want to kick myself.
When I was a student and was assigned something to read, if I started it, I finished it, both based on my rule and the fact that I needed a good grade in the class. There have been several books I chose, and if it weren’t for the fact I had a rule, I would’ve put them down without finishing them. But I trudged on and finished and, with the exception of the two aforementioned books, I kept my rule intact. One book in particular that comes to mind is Patriot Games by Tom Clancy. I made it through almost half the book and put it down. It was driving me crazy. I read several other books, but because I had my rule, I picked this one back up and started where I’d left off. I’m glad I did. Shortly after that, it picked up the pace and I ended up really liking the book. Having finally made it through Patriot Games is what kept me reading when I started The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo by Stieg Larsson, which also started off really slow but ended up being pretty good. I thought my experience with these two books justified my rule. I should give every book a chance, and if I start, I should finish.
I’ve had this rule for as long as I’ve been reading. As many of you know, I have a goal to read 75 books this year, and as you also know, I’m 24 books away from making that happen. I started what could have been book 52 on the list for this year. It’s a classic that I hadn’t read and I thought I would give it a chance. It was The Three Musketeers by Alexandre Dumas. I started it on my Kindle while sitting in the doctor’s office the other day. I don’t know about the Kindle Fire, but my Kindle doesn’t tell me page numbers as I read. It gives me the percentage of the book that I’ve made it through. For this book, I’ve made it through the first 3% of the book, chapter one. And I hate it.
I’ve found that the older I get, the more I reflect on things. I’ve changed my mind about several different things, simply because age and experience indicated changing my mind would be the smartest thing to do. After reading 3% of that book and hating it, I realized I had a decision to make. Was I going to finish it? At this point, I decided it was time to do some reflecting about my rule. I don’t necessarily think it’s a bad rule, but I’m wondering if it’s still the best rule for me. Yes, I found a few books along the way that I was glad I stuck with because they ended up being good. But I’ve also endured a lot of books that didn’t get any better, and those are hours of my life that I can’t get back. And this leads me to another decision. If I choose not to finish this book, am I going to break my rule or get rid of my rule?
I spent some time thinking about it, not a lot but enough so that I could make a decision, and here’s what I’ve decided. The older I get, the more precious my time is. Because of that, my rule of having to finish a book just because I started it is no longer a rule. Time is too precious to spend with something you don’t like if you don’t have to. Therefore, from this point forward, if I start a book and if I decide I just don’t like it, then I’m putting it down and moving on to something else. Time is something you can’t get back, and the only time you should do something you don’t like to do is when you have no other choice (and as much as we’d like to think that should be never, we should be realistic enough to know that at times we all have to do things we don’t necessarily like or want to do, like jury duty or go to the doctor or deal with bad situations).
I’ve had this rule a long time and I don’t make changes in my personal life easily, but if it’s the right change, then I’m willing to make it. That’s one of those things that age and experience can teach you. So, not I’m not going to finish The Three Musketeers. I’m not going to feel bad about it. I’m going to embrace the lack of the rule, and I’m going to find books I enjoy and read those. A time may come when I put a book down and later decide to give it a second chance. That worked with the Harry Potter series by J.K. Rowling. I finished the first book and wasn’t too crazy about it, but later decided to give the second book a chance and ended up finishing the series. So I won’t rule out that I will never finish The Three Musketeers, but it won’t be right now, and it might never happen. But freeing myself from the rule makes that OK, and now I’m just looking forward to happy days of reading.