When a Book Isn’t Worth Your Time

There’s nothing better than getting lost in a good book. The question is, how far into it do you allow yourself to go before you decide if it is a good book or not worth your time?

I’ve been really enjoying the liberty I have to read books at my leisure and not textbooks. I’ve gone through quite a lot these past few months, some I’ve loved and left me sad when it was finished, and others I thought, eh, and tossed aside. There is one book I started last week that I had high expectations for when starting. I won’t name it.

Travel books in particular have piqued my interest as of late. I love reading about the Mediterranean and other European cities in memoir form. There is something special about being a part of that travel experience, seeing different perspectives of the places and food known to that culture. That is why I latched onto this book and prepared myself to become immersed in a different world. Until I didn’t.

I kept waiting for that moment. I guess you don’t know what that moment is until you’re already there, so it can’t be defined. You just have to wait to cross the threshold and then you’re making your way through the book and surprised and dismayed when it’s over.

The food was mentioned as well as the idea of traveling, but the focus was more on the subject and his/her feelings rather than where they are. It was a well-written book and I can see why people may have enjoyed it, but I came for something I wasn’t getting and it didn’t grab my interest.

And so I stepped away from it.

We are so fortunate to be surrounded by books of all different genres, interests, cultures, and twists. So many, that there is no way to read them all. I got about one-third of the way through the book when it occurred to me that I didn’t have to finish this book. I could put it down unfinished, return it to the library, and carry on to another, without guilt.

It wasn’t one of those books that everyone claims will make you a better person for it, but even if it was, there are so many others out there that can do the same. It’s not that I’m against reading and learning about things that are different because that would go against the point of reading. In NBA endless array of selection, I have the option to pick and choose, and so I did.

I was inspired to do this because of my grandma who is an avid reader. She is open to read anything and everything, but she’s told me that now, if she doesn’t like it, she won’t continue because there are others waiting for her to open. I won’t go as far as to say that finishing this book would have been a waste of time. Reading all the way through may have granted me further insight and perhaps I would have ended up liking it in the end. But I didn’t feel it necessary.

There’s so much entertainment in all mediums out there that we have a right to decide what to enjoy or at least get through and what to skip over and put aside. We have so many things in life that we don’t have control over, and so I think, as preachy as this might sound, that we should try to maintain control over our entertainment.

If I have to be sick with a cold, again, I want to curl up on my couch, cup of tea in one hand, box of tissues in the other, and reading something that helps get me back to normal as quickly and smoothly as possible.

To be fair, if I had bought the book and not taken it out of the library, I would have agonized my way through it. That’s just the principle of it.

Advertisements

2 thoughts on “When a Book Isn’t Worth Your Time

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s