It’s rare that I don’t finish books. But today, I have made the decision to step away from a book.
It feels sort of wrong, as though I’m cheating on it, and insulting the writers and everybody who’s worked with it, and everybody else who read it. It feels a bit like maybe I read it wrong somehow, like I’m missing the bit that made everybody go “Oh.”
But this book sits uncomfortably with me. The key twist is one that I cannot, really, stomach. I won’t precis it because, to be honest, you’ll all figure out the title and I’m not for spoiling what may be the best book ever to somebody else. This post isn’t for that.
It’s so strange that this book has left me so … blind. I’m even struggling to write this, to formulate my thoughts and feelings about this strange taste in my mouth. I don’t like it. I don’t like the feeling and I really don’t like the book now.
Oddness.
Uncomfortable, too-close, oddness.
Daisy May Johnson 
I feel your pain! I’ve been there recently, and it was very unpleasant. But as a librarian, feel compelled to tell you: it’s OK. Not every book has to work for every person. Far better for everyone involved to step away and look for something that’s a better fit for you.
They are the wisest of words. Thank you! 😀
Life is too short to waste it on a book that gives you nothing.
I approve of this 🙂 Nicely put!