i debated about writing about this.
i'm actually a little embarrassed.

i love books.
and generally, when i start a book
i see it through til the
painful finish
even if it's a book i hate.

and i really wanted to like this book...
i really did...
but,
i don't.
i just don't like it...
it irritates the hell out of me.
maybe i am the wrong age to read it,
maybe it's because i am not a traveler,
i am not spontaneous, fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants...
so i find myself
shaking my head
thinking...oh my gawd...c'MON...get a job...
settle down...open a bank account...
and maybe,
that's exactly what draws other people to it.

but not me.
i can't do it.
and with the bitter realization
that i only made time to read
8
measly books last year,
i have come to the
conclusion that i can't
read it
just because i started it.

{and in all fairness,
i feel like i gave it a chance...
i am 125 pages in of 308 pages.}
i tried.

maybe i should watch the movie instead.