Since I wrote a whole post last week about cringeworthy books and said I planned to read the most cringe-inducing book of the bunch (according to the article), On the Road by Jack Kerouac, I thought I should do an update.
I said I was going to read it now, while I'm still young, since most readers seem to agree that the prime age for On the Road is your early twenties. But . . . I'm sorry to say that I bowed out early. I've been trying very hard this year to stick to my promise to myself that I won't waste time reading books I'm not enjoying. And I wasn't enjoying On the Road.
I made it to page 50 and I didn't hate it, but I just didn't like it enough to read the whole thing. There isn't a true plot (which I knew going in) and I had a hard time relating to the characters. It feels a lot like a journal in its writing style and, like a journal, it isn't always interesting to people who aren't the author. Lots of "I went here . . . I saw these people . . . We did this . . . We did that . . . Then I went here . . . Bob was there . . ."
I wasn't cringing, but it's definitely not my sort of book. And as they say, life's too short for bad* books!
Have you abandoned any books this year? Do you abandon books at all? I never used to, but I'm trying to now. It's difficult! I always want to give authors the full length of their books to convince me they're enjoyable.
*And by bad, I mean unenjoyable to me. I would never declare On the Road to be a bad book.