Hittin’ the Books with Liz

Only 26 days into 2017 and there are already several deserted books in my wake.

Walking the library stacks with good intentions and otherwise low standards, the pile of #ToBeRead books in my arms and in my head grows substantially.

You may ask:

Well, I’ll have you know that I do read them – just not to the end. Some of you may scoff, frown, or even throw some well placed shame upon me, but it is what it is. At this point, I’m pretty positive that my inner reader is guided by evil Kermit who secretly hates reading and seeks vengeance on my book worm ways.

Here’s how that conversation goes –

Me: This book was raved about on a ton of reliable websites! Can’t wait to sink my teeth in and find it’s significance!

Me to me: Definitely pick this up, but don’t expect to like it. *evil laughter*
Anyway, for your entertainment and my self-admonishment, here is this week’s book that is long gone, but unfortunately not yet forgotten:

The Circle by Dave Eggers
Read about 250 out of 497 pages. Tried very hard to finish this one because it is going to be adapted for screen and the cast includes some of my personal favorites – Emma Watson, Karen Gillan, Tom Hanks, and John Boyega. The first half of the books (unfortunately 200+ pages) follow Mae, the main character as she finds her way in a Google-esque company where social and private lives blend. One would believe that the first half of the book would offer some omniscient look into the talented lives of the people surrounding Mae, especially when the setting is so vibrant, however the reader is only offered her thoughts – all of her tiresome thoughts and unfortunately most of them are about her quasi-office romances. When there was no light of change (in plot or narrative) in the horizon, I ducked out before the “big twist?”. Sorry not sorry.

 

 

Before you roll your eyes, I’ll have you know that half of my deserted books are unintentional and ones I actually regret putting down. They are on my “permanent bookmark” list.

Here’s a solid example of my not-so-bad taste:

Catch-22 by Joseph Heller

I started it, if you can call cracking open the book and reading 70 pages starting . Catch-22 is a large book of 544 pages that follows Yossarian, a World War II bombardier, and his wise-cracking insanity. It was praised as “wildly original, brilliantly comic, brutally gruesome” in a 1961 New York Times Review. 56 years later and it still resonates with readers all over the world. This massive text requires/deserves an attentive reader as most classics do. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve read some classics that require a ton of attention that the plot does not deserve (*cough* the scarlet letter *cough*), but that is a story for another day. I definitely need to carve out time.