The other day I had a very strange experience. Like most of you I read a lot; I read great books, good books, mediocre books. I even read down right awful books. I often read a book more than once, I have lost count how many times I have re-read Harry Potter. What I never do until the other day is give up on books. I even read a bad series until the end just to see what happens.
A few weeks ago I started on a book I had been looking forward to reading. It was from a fellow blogger, it had excellent reviews from other bloggers and was the type of book I love. But I hated it, really hated it, I used to dread reading it. I even went back and read some review to try and see what I was missing. In the end I just stopped reading it and moved on to the next one on my list.
I am still confused why I hated it so much when others raved about it. Some of you will be thinking ‘so what!’ As I said before I don’t remember this happening to me before. The book I gave up on is part of a series so I’m going give book 2 a stab just to see if it has the same effect on me, I really hope not, I wanted to like these books.