
I did something today I very rarely do. I gave up on a book. I started "The Royal Physician's Visit" at lunchtime, and by page 20 I knew I was never going to finish it. I skimmed it ... read a few passages that caught my eye, and then put it up on my amazon seller account. Maybe someone else will want to read it. I am pretty sure I won't.
I think the only other book I've had so much trouble liking was last year's attempt at reading that "Mrs Norell" thing. I don't even remember the whole title. I got about halfway through that and finally just gave up. I don't need that many footnotes in my fiction. As far as I can recall I bunged it in a tote bag and it's probably still the in one of them in that giant pile by my back door where things like that stack up. Who knows.
Maybe I'll come back to these books someday, but I rather doubt it.
Have nothing very much planned for this evening, and I intend to enjoy doing nothing.
Hopefully this Friday night will include much less rum, and far fewer tears ... !!!
Then tomorrow it's "Waiting for Godot" and if I am very lucky, maybe dinner out with the pals.
Sound like a plan?