Five Books I Never Finished

Yes, it’s true. I’m a failure. Not finishing a book is like an abominable sin to avid readers. Please don’t throw me in a dungeon just yet. I have some good excuses. 5. The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood

When I was eleven, maybe twelve, my pastor suggested I read about Robin Hood and Little John. Perhaps I was too young to appreciate it, but I never finished it. In fact, I made the mistake of telling him it was boring. He switched it out for something even duller, I believe. I really want to give it another shot, though. Men battling in tights? I’m totally missing out.

4. The Lord of the Flies

Please don’t shun me. I seriously read half that book. Then I got a full-time job that required me to stare at my computer screen nonstop. Headaches ensued. The last thing I wanted to do was concentrate on more words. It stayed on my nightstand for months gathering dust. I felt so guilty for not finishing it. Great, now I feel guilty all over again.

3. Good to Great

Well, I guess I didn’t reach greatness with this one, eh? I accidentally stole this from my old boss. I had borrowed it, with his permission, and rediscovered it not too long ago. When did I buy that book? I thought. Uh, I didn’t. Anyway, if it weren’t riddled with daunting statistics, it would actually be a—dare I say it?—great book. I did take away something from it before I had set it down for good: the greatest CEOs happen to be introverts, not extroverts. Just a little tidbit for ya. Moving on.

2. Pride and Prejudice

I will leave you with my favorite quote by Mark Twain to accurately sum up why I didn’t finish Jane Austen’s novel: “I often want to criticize Jane Austen, but her books madden me so that I can't conceal my frenzy from the reader; and therefore I have to stop every time I begin. Every time I read Pride and Prejudice, I want to dig her up and beat her over the skull with her own shinbone.”

1. The Grapes of Wrath

And this is where I lose every single blog follower I have. I seriously got to page 150 before giving up. Reading this novel turned into a job. It dragged on and on. I couldn’t keep up with all of the characters. I didn’t feel any emotions toward the book, other than disdain. Oh, and I’m also un-American, probably, for disliking this book. The setting is in Oklahoma, so one would think that I’d find it intriguing. I didn’t. I tried and tried to finish this book, but it didn’t happen. Phew! I feel so much better now that I have that off my chest. (Please, put down your torches and pitchforks. Forgiveness is key.)

What about you? Any books you never finished?