Today I did the unthinkable: I gave up on a book.
To me, DNFing (did not finish) a book is tantamount to sacrilege, because I firmly believe in never giving up as there is usually a saving grace hidden in even a horrific book, but I finally realised that my life is too short to continue on with Gone by Michael Grant.
I do not even know where to begin with this book. It is quite possibly the worst book (and I extend that assessment to the remaining five books of the series) I’ve ever had the misfortune to begin (and that’s counting the truly tiresome time I had reading The Prisoner of Zenda by Anthony Hope, which was not only pompously ridiculous, but also mind-numbingly boring).
The writing was teeth-grindly poor, the language juvenile, the plot laboriously slow in its development, the characters were (largely) idiotic, and the huge cast of them was downright annoying. There was not one single thing I enjoyed about my 338 page trek through this 560 page abomination of a book, save for the moment I gave up on it (the thought of being forced into finishing and reading the sequels would be something I’d consider a personal brand of torture).
I vow that 2016 will be the year that DNFing books is not viewed as a personal failure, but rather a glorifying revolt against those novels which are not worthy of my time. The sense of relief of abandoning ship is something much more gratifying than that of finishing a terrible book. Lesson learnt.
Have you ever given up on a book you disliked or do you believe in triumphing by completing? Have you read and loved/hated this particular book? Leave a comment below.
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