Once upon a time I announced my goal to read 40 books out of my own bookcases.
Thankfully I put no time limit on that goal because months passed and I had only read exactly five. That’s right – five books in 10 months.
I loved Book #1.
I loved Book #2.
Book #3 is when it turned rough for me because I couldn’t get “into” the book. My reading sessions became few and far between. Before I knew it, months had passed, and I was still “reading” this book…except the bookmark was not actually moving.
I finally realized and accepted that not reading this book was in fact keeping me from reading books I want to be reading. So, after many months, I decided to put Book #3 back in my bookcase unfinished.
I am not blaming Book #3 for my lapse in reading. I am blaming myself for not knowing when to give up on Book #3.
Because when I did give up on Book #3, I began the wonderful experience of Book #4, which moved me to the core. I will be forever thankful I read Book # 4.
I then started off in awe of Book #5, but I did not end up liking it.
Likewise, I recommended a favorite, Book #4, to several people who started it, yet interestingly no one has mentioned finishing it. So an award-winning book may stall me, yet the book I revel in may stall someone else.
As for me, I am done with stalling. If pages are not turning, I am moving on.
Any guesses to which one is which???
This post was originally published in early 2016.