Once I started reading a book, I didn’t want to quit. I wanted to see it through to the end.
Not anymore! Not at age 67.
In recent years, I’ve set aside books half-read. I know there’s a good possibility I might be missing something worthwhile toward the end, but . . .
I’ve reached the point where time waits for no book.
Recently, I’ve come to have limited patience even with a favorite author, when a new book doesn’t measure up to standards.
For example: I enjoyed “The Good Luck Of Right Now” and “The Silver Linings Playbook,” two novels with surprising stories, unique characters and positive messages. Both “Good Luck” and “Silver Linings” are by Matthew Quick.
But I lost interest in his new novel, “Love May Fail.” This one also has interesting characters and a compelling storyline. But it felt like Quick was reusing a tried and true formula that worked so well when it was fresh in the two earlier books. Been there, done that. Boring.
Since I didn’t read it all the way through, I can’t pass judgment on “Love May Fail.” I’m painfully aware that I’m possibly missing something great in the second half of the book.
Too late now. “Flash Points, The Emerging Crisis in Europe,” by George Friedman, has captured my attention.
— John Hayden