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Becoming a writer meant that I lost huge chunks of time that I used to spend reading. These days I buy far more books than I'll ever find time to read, and then must figure out which of the endless TBR stack to pick up whenever I find myself with a few free minutes.
Recently I tried to read a book written by a writer I'd met at a con--someone that I'd enjoyed being on panels with, who had interesting things to say. I started reading this book back in February. But I was making no progress. I'd read a page or two, and then allow myself to be distracted.
It bothered me because this was a book that I would have liked, once upon a time. It was well-written, and a type of SF that is increasingly rare. I kept trying to read the book because I felt I should like it, and couldn't understand why it wasn't captivating me.
Yesterday I gave myself permission not to finish it. I'm sure it works for many people, but it's not working for me. Instead I picked up the copy of Rob Thurman's (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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I still feel bad--I would like to have finished this author's book, and be able to honestly recommend it to others. But life's too short to drink bad wine, or to read books that don't speak to me.
Recently I tried to read a book written by a writer I'd met at a con--someone that I'd enjoyed being on panels with, who had interesting things to say. I started reading this book back in February. But I was making no progress. I'd read a page or two, and then allow myself to be distracted.
It bothered me because this was a book that I would have liked, once upon a time. It was well-written, and a type of SF that is increasingly rare. I kept trying to read the book because I felt I should like it, and couldn't understand why it wasn't captivating me.
Yesterday I gave myself permission not to finish it. I'm sure it works for many people, but it's not working for me. Instead I picked up the copy of Rob Thurman's (
robgoodfella) Moonshine, and was immediately sucked in. I still feel bad--I would like to have finished this author's book, and be able to honestly recommend it to others. But life's too short to drink bad wine, or to read books that don't speak to me.
