the mediocrity of books
i hate reading mediocre books. because once i start a book, i HAVE to finish it. it’s like a mantra i live by. i feel absolutely guilty if i don’t finish a book i’ve started reading.
so i’ve read a lot of mediocre books lately and it’s just frustrating because here i am, slogging through this load of crapola writing that isn’t catching my interest at all, toward the end, when all i will feel is relief.
books/authors i’ve read in the past year that haven’t been mediocre – in fact, they were stellar:
- HP7
- bill bryson
- tony bourdain
- perks of being wallflower
books that were above average, but not absolutely riveting:
- the know-it-all
- and a bottle of rum
books that have been mediocre:
- cat’s eye (sorry claire)
- women who run with the wolves (interesting, but definitely not a page-turner)
- liars’ club (bleah, depressing)
- east of eden