I hate squeezing through books. Or whatever you want to call it: plowing through rock-hard-soil books, suffering through agony-books, straining under the weight of books. And it's worst when you know the book is supposed to be good. At least that's what people wrote all over the cover.
I am scraping my way through The Ragamuffin Gospel. What a pathetic book to call drudgery, but it is! It's so thin, not even an inch thick, and I'm sure it's just smack-full of truth that I could relate to, but I just can't seem to absorb it.
And the worst part is that I won't let myself stop. C.S. Lewis keeps saying in Mere Christianity that if a chapter doesn't work for you, just skip it. For some reason, that just freaks me out. You can't skip! What abomination!
So, instead, I read at an excruciating pace, hoping, hoping, I won't be 30 when I finally finish.
2 comments:
I am equally obsessive sometimes. I say, if you can't abandon your obsession, just make yourself chew through 30 pages a day, and soon you'll be done!
stop the insanity! I'm not a great reader. I wouldn't call myself a good reader. But I am a deep reader. It takes me a long time to go through a book because I read every sentence. Consequently I have little tolerance for stupid books, boring books, predictable books, illogical books. Consequently I don't finish most books. And the few I've finished are my favs. Maybe a weakness. But I'm not calling it so. My vote: throw the damn thing away!
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