I read a lot. And I read fast. I'm what you might call a voracious reader. Sometimes I find myself speeding through a book because I can't wait to start the next one in the pile but it's an unwritten rule that I don't go on to a fresh book without finishing the last one.
(Does that mean I'm a self-denier or a non-pleasure prolonger? Discuss.)
I'm currently reading `Ten Days In The Hills' by Jane Smiley which is kind of an L.A updating of The Decameron. I began reading it in December. I'm now on page 59. Of 450 pages. I was also on page 59 in December. I can't imagine a time when I won't be on page 59. Which makes me increasingly reluctant to pick the book back up. And every time I do, I have no recollection of the story or any of the characters so I have to flip back a few pages to refresh my memory. So I re-read a few pages of the book. And then I stop. On page 59.
It could be that it's a dense and difficult read. But the other book I'm also ploughing through, Frank Portman's `King Dork', is neither of these things. I started it on the plane a few weeks ago. I got to page 176. I've delved back into it a few times since then. Same outcome: can't remember reading it, re-read a few pages, toss it aside on page 176.
Has this ever happened to you? Will I ever finish either of these books. Should I break my lifelong unwritten rule?
(This, btw, is the first installment of Jonathan's Book Club. Should make pretty riveting reading in future...)