Summertime is full of reading lists–not that I’m complaining–but before I start in on those, I guiltily have a stack of books that have sat dusty, half-read on my nightstand for 6+ months or so. I know, I know, there’s the whole contentious debate about whether or not you should walk away from books that you can’t seem to finish, but the three I’ve shared below are worth getting through. Sometime. Maybe.
Under the Dome by Stephen King: With every word, every sentence, every chapter, I admire his genius. No wonder they turn all of his books into TV shows and movies–they practically write themselves. You could very easily cast the stories yourself and just hand the actors the books to use as the script–easiest job in Hollywood. Arguably, I think Stephen King is the most prolific writer of our time and his work just keeps getting better over time. Oh my darling Stephen King, I do love you; but why does this book have to be as thick as a telephone book (remember those)? I think I’m actually at the point where the TV show has moved along further than I am in your book. And I’m halfway through! I need to finish this one before spoilers start revealing themselves via TV commercials for the series.
A Feast for Crows (aka the 4th Game of Thrones book) by George R. R. Martin: I find that people are typically divided in two camps on this one, either they’ve eaten up all of the GoT series as quickly as they can, or they’ve slowly lost interest during the third or fourth one despite the excitement and anticipation during the first few books of the series. Quite frankly, the premise is getting a bit old for me. People die, or do they? People are lost, or are they? People are bad, or aren’t they? It’s all a bit much, this emotional and dramatic back-and-forth, and knowing that the series isn’t finished yet allows for multiple cycles of these ups and downs and plot twists to come. I’m a little bit worried that by the time I get down to really finishing the books, I’ll have forgotten all the previous ones, but thank goodness for Wikipedia summaries.
The Last Lion by William Manchester and Paul Reid: I really like this book. Really, really like it (count them, that’s three “reallys”). It’s the third in the trilogy biography of Winston Churchill’s life and was completed by Paul Reid, as the original biographer William Manchester died before he could finish this last one. This veritable tome dives into Churchill’s life in detail during WWII and despite all of us knowing what ends up happening (the pitfalls of historical nonfiction), it still kept me riveted. That is, until the Allies won the war. The last 50 pages of this book have been sitting on a bookshelf for approximately a year waiting for me to get through. I loved reading about Churchill: the bulldog, Churchill: the obstinate, Churchill: the master and commander throughout the war and the London Blitz. But after that bit, the rest of the book is about Churchill: the old man with failing health and politician. I really owe it to the novel and to history to finish this one up properly–but how/where to find the motivation?
And yourself? What books do you find yourself unable to finish?