15 Name: Anonymous : 2020-10-21 02:35
I'm in kind of a predicament. Recently, I've been reading Kurt Vonnegut's "Bluebeard", but I'm not really liking it and I just can't muster up the motivation to continue plowing through to the end (I'm only about a quarter of the way through it). I'd really like to get onto reading another book, but I'd feel extremely guilty about just "dropping" this one and starting something else, especially since I paid quite a pretty penny for it and was extremely interesting in reading it for a very long time. I could just stop reading this book for the time being and start another, but I don't like that idea at all - I'm a very single-minded person, and I'm 100% certain that I'd end up just not going back to "Bluebeard" at all if I was occupied with something else.
So I'm trapped in this endless loop of lusting after other books, but knowing I'm not going to want to read them until I've slogged my way through the entirely uninteresting life story of an Armenian painter living in mid-80s New York. I'm just going to have to force myself to finish it, so I hope that it ends up being a lot more entertaining later on or I'll feel like I've totally wasted my time.