I did not finish Slaughter House Five by Kurt Vonnegut.
I read fifty pages as I customarily do with a new book to try to get a feel for things; nothing. I read another fifty pages due to reputation and all the praise I've heard. It wasn't for me. Furthermore this isn't one I plan on re-visiting. I'll be trading it in tomorrow morning.
It's easy to read and I could have powered through, but there was nothing of remote interest happening for me. That book nearly killed me, "So it goes."
It had to happen sometime.
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Two things: Do you have a personal rule about finishing books? I have some friends who do. I don't. If I hate something, I stop reading it.
You and I have discussed before whether things become so dated that they no longer carry the writer's message. I would have to re-read Slaughterhouse Five but I wonder if that's the problem.
I used to have that rule. I have since gotten over it. I don't hesitate to put things down any more. You've got fifty pages to intrigue me in some way; past that, I'm moving on.
I can't put a finger on my immediate problem with Slaughterhouse Five. (I probably could if I finished it.) I considered powering through it, but no.
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