I think the last time I forced myself to finish a book I didn't like was The Scarlet Letter. That book taught me that, if you think it's going to get better even though forcing yourself to read it is torturous, headache-inducing, and quite frankly, NOT FUN, you are wrong. I told myself after that: "Never again, Amanda. Just stop while you can. "
Exactly! I hate wasting time on a bad book when there's a great unopened book waiting to be discovered and enjoyed.
How many pages into The Fault in Our Stars did we get before saying "Nope" ?
But seriously, if I can tell right away that I really don't even care for any of the characters, what's the point, right? I don't like people in real life, why the hell would I want to waste my free time reading about people that I also don't give a shit about?
I do wish there was a box in my mind I could put all those unfinished books in, set them on fire, and somehow erase them from my memory. That way they would stop haunting me for never having been finished.