This week’s TTT, hosted by The Broke and The Bookish, is about the books we struggled with. In my epic mission to read every book ever written, I come across a few which I cannot bear to read. It makes me feel like a failure.
Ulysses by James Joyce
This is the ultimate one; I was meant to read this at uni and it was SO BLOODY BORING that I read the first chapter, the seventh chapter and the last chapter and then hid the book under my bed.
The Country of Ice Cream Star by Sandra Newman
I had very good intentions of reading this, but, as I recall, the style was really hard to get into, so I gave up. Because I am a terrible quitter.
It Can’t Happen Here by Sinclair Lewis
I bought this a couple of months ago, fascinated by its premise of a demagogue lunatic winning the US presidential election, but it was dull and, in light of the real life demagogue lunatic, life just seems too short.
The Bone Clocks by David Mitchell
I can’t actually remember why I gave this one up. I think that after about 250 pages it suddenly shifted to a completely different character and I couldn’t be bothered to get involved. I do intend to come back to this one.
Barkskins by Annie Proulx
I am definitely going to go back to this one (in fact, I hope I will have done this by the time this post is up). I did enjoy the first 100 pages and I love Proulx; it’s just really long and hard to hold up because it weighs about a million tonnes.
Back to the Future of Socialism by Peter Hain
I was all inspired by Jeremy Corbyn, which is why I bought this, and I do intend to finish it, but it’s ever so slightly dull, so it continues to sit and glare at me from my bedside table.
Swamplandia! by Karen Russell
Now, I was actually enjoying this a lot, but at one point I had to put it down five years ago to go and vomit (pregnancy is a delight) and now the thought of going back to it makes me ill.
The Bazaar of Bad Dreams by Stephen King
Last October I decided to read some King to get in the Halloween spirit and everything, but this collection of stories was just pretty boring and blokey.
A Brief History of Seven Killings by Marlon James
Something else I had strong intentions to read, but the opening chapter was such a struggle that I just decided not to, because I am a grown-up and can do that.
The Satanic Verses by Salman Rushdie
I love some of Rushdie’s books (The Ground Beneath Her Feet and Midnight’s Children) so I thought I should read this, but basically just no. Also I took it on holiday to read on the plane and the first thing that happens is a plane crash so, again, no.