Lately my life has been overflowing with things to do almost like everyone else I know. It’s not just me. But as I go through reading books, I have found I am much quicker to say, nope, not going to finish this one or flip to the end to find out who gets with who or how they resolve the issues. I probably did this more when I had physical books than I do today with Kindle books. You just flip the book to a different page instead of touching the screen and trying to tell it to go someplace…and sometimes my thoughts aren’t nice on where to tell it to go.
But as I plow through books, I realized I really wanted to stop reading more of them than I was. Take the one I am reading now. I got it off NetGalley and I feel the need to read it because my percentage review is so low and I need all I can get to get it up. The push is to finish it. But it is soooo boring. The dialog isn’t interesting. I don’t know where the hero actually lives or if he is in between locations figuring things out. The heroine really needs to learn what love looks like. Or maybe it is just me at this point and time.
So here are some reasons I do not finish books:
- The hero or heroine whine too much. No, silly not the wine you drink, but the incessant noise that life has treated you wrong and you are due something from the universe.
- Keeping the point of view to one person way to long. This is a relationship, so let’s see both side of the story please.
- Suspending disbelief. Oh, I really would love to have a male that has a vibrating cock, but let’s be truthful, do I really want one? Science fiction is that, make believe, but don’t make me shelve every belief I have grown up with to take on your world unless you truly convince me through story telling.
- Misogynist – yep, I really dislike books where they want to put the women back in the stone ages or barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen. Screw you man if you think I will bow at your feet.
- Conversations are a must and please let it be intelligent. Oh, I can laugh at a ditzy comment or two, but when there is no meaningful value to what they said, then why even try to dumb down your brain.
- Humor over done. Don’t try to give me one liners every one line. I like to laugh, but also I like to relax and get into a story. Feeling pushed to laugh over and over at a characters expense gets old fast.
- Descriptive words that don’t do a thing for me. Do wombs really quiver in anticipation? Do copious amounts of female fluids gush down their legs? How about that rosebud that doesn’t remind me of a rose at all. Buttons? Don’t you be flicking my buttons dude.
- Action packed, but attraction lacked. Those stories laced with hot action packed conflicts and then when they hit the bed, we fade to black. So I get gory details without the outlet to release tensions. No baby, you get thrown against the wall and not to get it on.
- Genres that are mis-represented make me hurl. There are a few genres I just don’t want to read. So if I get a book and think it is one genre only to find out it fits the genre I don’t like, then bye-bye.
- Blurbs so far off course you land on a deserted island. You know the ones that say one thing, but when you start reading that is only really a small part of the story and not even an important one? I know blurb writing is hard, but don’t tease me with something and deliver a totally different story. Adios!
What makes you put down a book before the end?
How long do you give it a fair chance before chucking it in the trash?
Or do you stick to the very bitter end?