This is what happens when I force myself to finish reading books that I don’t like.
I go on a books-a-million shopping spree.
Here’s the thing. If you look at my Goodreads widgit thing over there——–> you will see that I’ve been reading a particular book for a very long time now. Part of this is because I’ve started working and I’m usually really tired and fall asleep when I sit down to read.
The other part is that I don’t like the book.
It’s Lolita, okay. Do you know what Lolita is about? I’ll admit I didn’t really before. I just wanted to read it because they allude to it so much in Pretty Little Liars.
I guess I thought it would give me all the secrets about who killed Alison or who A is, but no. All it makes me think is that maybe Ali is alive but just riding around the country with some pedophile. Or maybe she DID have an affair with Spencer’s Dad. Or Aria’s Dad. Or her own dad.
Anyway. While everyone else in the world is reading Fifty Shades of Gray like little perverts, I’m reading this. Ugh. I get it. It’s literature. But I still don’t know why anyone would want to say they LIKE this book.
So I have to finish it just because I started it. I have tons of Goodwill books that I need to read, but I keep saying “No Haley, finish this one now or you never will.”
“If you start another one, you won’t finish this one.”
“Don’t go to Books-a-Million or Barnes and Noble.”
“Books are cheaper on Amazon.”
“Buy a used one later instead. Save some cash.”
“But wait, you’ve wanted to read Redeeming Love for a long time.”
“It’s got Jesus, so it’s ok.”
“You just got your sign on bonus from work.”
“You can splurge on just one book. It’s ok.”
“Oh look, there’s J.K. Rowling’s new book.”
“You need that.”
“Who care’s if it’s $35 dollars? It’s J.K. Rowling.”
“You have to see if it’s secretly about grown up Harry Potter…”