I think I'm throwing in the towel on "Tropic of Cancer." I really can't take it. I realized I started dreading going to bed every night because that is the time I read. And for those of you who don't know me well, I NEVER dread going to bed.I love to sleep. Its one of my favorite things to do actually. I'm pretty notorious in my family for snapping viciously at anyone who tries to disturb my sleep or tries to hold a conversation with me within a half an hour of me waking up - even longer if my coveted first cup of coffee hasn't nestled into my bloodstream yet. So, if I am dreading going to bed - me the lover of all things nocturnal, than there is a problem with this book. It is just so damn haphazard. Its one run on sentence after another and endless descriptions of crap I could care less about. I will admit there are some beautiful passages describing the seedier side of Paris in the 30s but that's really where it all ends for me. I should just pull a George Costanza and leave it on a shelf in a boys locker room; then I wouldn't have to feel guilty about never finishing it. I feel like I shouldn't give up yet. I mean, the whole idea of this blog was to tackle the stuff that isn't necessarily the easiest to get through. Is my quitting a cop out?
If you are reading this and think I should keep going, let me know because if not, I'm going back to reading "Harry Potter" for the 3rd time.
If you are reading this and think I should keep going, let me know because if not, I'm going back to reading "Harry Potter" for the 3rd time.
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