Actually, to be fair, it wasn't the first time I've put a book down and not picked it up. In fact, my book shelf is lousy with half- or part-way read books. Here is just a random shout out to the ones I can find within grabbing distance:
The God of Animals by Aryn Kyle
(Started reading it in Paris. Brought it back over to the other side of the Atlantic where it's been gathering dust ever since.)
The Satanic Verses by Salman Rushdie
(Has anybody gotten all the way through this thing?!)
Colours Insulting to Nature by Cintra Wilson
(Three times started. Three times put down.)
Anything by Richard Powers, Don DeLillo and Jodi Picoult.
(No excuse, here. And, yes, I do own a Jodi Picoult book.)
Sad, huh? The difference between now and then, though, is that I always closed each book with the half-baked promise that one day, some time in the deep, dark, unknown future, I would pick it up and read it again. But no more. I've broken up with World and Town for good, y'all. Do I feel guilty? A little. Do I have regret? Some. Do you know how I'll get over it? I'll pick up another book and start reading it.
My inspiration for my new rule was a little book that I read while I waited for my son to pick out his book as the bookstore. Book Lust and was written by my new hero, Nancy Pearl. Nancy is a librarian /book barbarian who came up what is now famously known as "The 50 PageRule". The idea behind this rule is that if you are 50 years or younger, you should read 50 pages of a book before you decide whether or not you are going finish a book. It's not an entirely new idea but it's reasonable and -Damn! - if it isn't freeing beyond belief. Thanks, Nancy!
Now can you come up with a rule for unused kitchen appliances? Thanks.
(N.B. It should be noted that the exception to this rule for me will be book club books because if I've learned anything from book club it's that the duds bring on the best conversation. Just sayin'.)