Dear fellow bookworms,
Among many good reads and great news, here’s something I’m not proud of sharing with you. I wasn’t quite sure whether to actually mention it or not, but then I do feel accountable to you. Besides, it would be unfair to share the ups and not the downs of a bookworm’s life. Like the lives of any other human being on this planet, it is not all rosy.
I regret to inform you that I have given up on reading Uncle Tom’s Cabin, by Harriet Beecher Stowe.
After sharing my frustration with this book in a previous post, in which I affirmed my determination to finish reading it, I have not registered any progress whatsoever.
My husband suggested I leave it a few times, yet I was resolute. I even asked him to get hold of an e-book copy of it, hoping that might speed up the process. Turned out to be a false hope.
A discussion with my friend Kalyna stirred the desire to give it another try. She highly recommended it. This was not the first time we had a chat about our favourite reads (including an almost-two-hours-long one on the Chronicles of Narnia), so I grew to trust her opinions. Unfortunately, even that didn’t help.
The lingering thought of giving up on it has taunted me for about a week now. I fought it fiercely, but then decided it’s not worth the pain. There are so many amazing books out there, there’s not point in getting stuck on this particular one.
Please don’t judge me too harshly. I did my best, but some things are not meant to be. Dear Uncle Tom’s Cabin – it’s not you, it’s me. (Side-note: my speaking in clichés is a self-induced punishment.)
That’s all the bad news I had to share with you today. There’s plenty of good news, though – life has not stopped at one failed read. A fact I’m celebrating by posting an awesome picture my friend Dana took, on a fun autumn bookworm photo- session.
Still, your support, understanding – and hugs! – will be greatly appreciated at a time like this.