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This article was a good one that articulates an argument for finishing “bad” books even if you are normally a person who tends to not finish them. I have only not finished maybe 10 books, ever. If I pick something up and start to read it then I’ve already bought into it.
With the activity of my imagination I have to finish bad books because then I can let them go. I can let the characters slip away into the humiliated dark shadows of regret. I can let the setting fade away into a cliche fog. If I don’t finish a book then it will keep cropping up like an unwanted Facebook status update from that whiny friend who complains every day. If I don’t finish a book then I wonder about what happens next in the storyline. Those poor characters… even the ones I didn’t like… did the author ever get their shit together and give them a real chance at an interesting story/developed plot/happy ending? Ugh!
No it is better by far for me to plow through a bad book while railing against the injustice of books like these getting published while talented authors with more put together stories/more interesting characters/a good conflict all languish in the realm of unpublished and unfinished imaginationland. I will finish a bad book in one sitting (if I can stomach it) and then reward myself with a rereading of one of my favorite books as a salve to my imagination. It’s like here imagination… this is how the book should have gone down. I’m sorry I put us through that… here’s some deliciously distracting Terry Pratchett as a pallet cleanser.