There are few things that slingshot me straight into a reading slump than forcing myself to read a book I’m not enjoying. It puts me in the absolute worst mood to the point where I would much rather just set the book aside than trying to force myself to read it. Whether I return to the book later or just chuck it to the permanent did-not-finish pile where it’ll never be heard from again always remains to be seen, but abandoning books isn’t something I really beat myself up over terribly much.
Abandoning books has made me a better reader. It’s allowed me to really engage with work that I just don’t connect with and try and decipher why I don’t connect with it, and it’s given me more time on books that really compel me. So, whether it’s just me exploring different authors and genres or me trying to make a dent in my ever-growing reading pile (one of these days I’ll stick to a book buying ban, one of these days), reading is something I do for myself and abandoning books is just part of that process.
Anyway, I can’t tell you which books I’ve abandoned most recently, mostly because I just don’t really remember them all that much. There’s a couple that stand out–books I’ve either just forgotten about or started and stopped so many times it’s now a wonder as to whether I’ll ever finish them at all–and some that are just so recent that they’re still there at the top of my head.
I tend not to remember every book I’ve just set down, mainly because If I set it down or don’t finish it, I tend not to review it, so there’s really no catalog of books I’ve abandoned and this is pretty much just based off memory alone.
Here are five books I’ve abandoned for reasons I can actively remember.