Ginger at GReads! created this fun weekly event called TGIF at GReads! to re-cap the week and ask us fun questions. This week she asked us this:
What's the last book you could not finish?
(or had a hard time finishing?)
This is a very hard question for me and I thought about it for a few minutes. Because I tend to be a very good judge of my own TBR pile/list, I very rarely have a book that I do not finish. Very rarely. I know it happened a long time ago, but I can't remember the last time I got a book I wasn't really having a fit to read. I've been overjoyed about most everything I've read in the past almost-year. I will reference you, however, to my Follow Friday post (scroll down just a little bit) to see what is my least favorite book that I've actually finished...
But I know that isn't the TGIF question! Lucky for me I have a perfect STAND IN right here to answer when I cannot! My sweet husband is sitting beside me. When I read Ginger's question out loud, he said immediately and confidently: The Book Thief (by Markus Zusak). I asked him for an explanation for you guys and this is what he said:
"I appreciated the perspective and the story, but it wasn't moving along quickly enough for me and I could see what was going to happen. Then I read a synopsis of it and I was right."
I know, I know. I'm as appalled as you all probably are. I loved The Book Thief. But the man has his own literary tastes, and I love him for that! (even though he and I totally butt heads on books sometimes)
Thank you, honeybunches, for being my TGIF Stand-In this week....
Thanks Ginger! Tough question this week!
Follow Friday is a weekly event hosted at Parajunkee's View where a question is asked and answered. All the blogs that participate are linked together in one place. It's really cool.
This week, the question is:
What is the worst book that you've ever read and actually finished?
My Answer: **SPOILER** This is tough. As a rule, I don't tend to read books that I do not think I will enjoy. And if I do not like them, I do not finish them. I tend to give myself about 50 pages, and if it just isn't doing it for me...I will stop reading it. This doesn't happen very often at all, though, because I tend to be a very good judge of my own TBR pile. I know what I like, and I can generally tell by the cover and synopsis.
THAT BEING SAID...just a few short weeks ago, I read True Grit by Charles Portis. The only reason I read it is because my husband really wanted me to watch the movie with him. I should stress that my husband never actually asked me to read this book. I chose to read it. But I am neurotic about reading books before the movie, and I was determined in this case.
I love cowboys...like, a lot. And I love cowboy movies even more. But apparently I do not love cowboy books. I am not saying that the book is a bad book. But it was my least favorite in a very, very long time. Had I not been watching the movie later in the evening, I would have abandoned the book. And probably in the future, if I am hating on a book that much, I will abandon the book. But for some reason, I was determined to finish True Grit.
I feel like I wasted my time. Not only did I find that I do not care for cowboy books, but I don't care for books with lots of snakes and sad endings.
**I feel awful. I feel like I just talked negatively about Mr. Portis' work of art. But it just wasn't for me. :(