I think it has been over a month since I have posted anything on this blog. So what happened to a book a week?
Do you ever put yourself on an unintended sabbatical from those things which you really enjoy? You just slowly move away from that which brings you joy and then a little while later sense the distance by the small amount of empty space in your life. Okay, maybe it's just me, but my unintended sabbatical (in the midst of a challenge to read a book a week for a year) has been from reading and then writing about it here. Not that I haven't been reading at all, I just have not been reading everyday. The thrill is gone.
The culprit? Vanity Fair!
I just can't seem to propel myself through this one. I know there must be some of you out there who will cry out (in horror), "It's such a good book." Really? I can't say I follow. I have been reading this book for a month (A MONTH) and I am not even half way through it. But, I insist on plodding through until the end, because I doubt I would pick it up again (and if I did, that I would remember ANY of the characters, because I only vaguely can point them out now). At the moment it is hard to see the light at the end of the tunnel, but I am pressing on.
Have you read a book you thought would never end, but perservered? Was it worth it?
Any encouragement would be appreciated. There just may be a scathing review in it for you.