I shocked my friend Jodi the other day. She was reading a book that I had agreed that I would read too. It was an easy read and I had no reason not to complete this book, but I simply abandoned the book for a variety of reasons. The main reason is that I found no connection to my own life in this book. I am not going to go into the title or justification behind this abandonment, but I just gave up. I couldn't get through it.
I guess, I am a quitter.
On the other hand, I am reading A Year of Magical Thinking by Joan Didion. This was a gift from my friend Amy. I love that Amy and I have gotten into this lovely habit of regifting books to each other. Isn't that such a great idea? Some people get attached to their books, but the more I love a book, the more likely I am to give away...usually to Amy. These books have been serious in nature like A Year of Magical Thinking to fascinating like Into the Wild by Jon Krakauer. I think I gave her a ridiculous book of short stories once that had very little depth or meaning. She gave me my first David Sedaris book. She once bought me a book as we walked down a street in Philadelphia at a stoop sale.
I am at the point now where I have no business buying any new books. I have so many books that have remained unread. I am trying to decide between Pride and Prejudice since I just saw the new movie, but that might be a little ambitious. I just lose interest in classics, especially ones that I have seen a movie or heard the story. I will have to decide soon since I have a chapter or two left in the Didion book.