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Pending, or my addiction to narrative
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tacithydra's fault. All the books I am currently reading, where "currently" is defined as at least 50 pages through and the book is on site, which enables me to cut out anything I've put down after reading the first chapter as well as the vast unfinished and uncountable hordes lurking in storage, where 90% of my books are (offhand, I feel most guilty about Stephen King's Lisey's Story, where I stalled 3 chapters from the end 2 years ago, John Berger's G, where I stopped in admiration at the amazing flight over the alps sequence 3 years ago and have yet to re-attempt, and Mary Gentle's 1610, which I have started three times, gotten half as far each time (100 pages, 50, 25...) and am now avoiding for fear of being trapped in a fictional version of Zeno's paradox). These are all books where the main thing stopping me reading them is just that I'm not doing it, although other contributing themes identified below include annoyance with main characters, moving house at a crucial point in the narrative (by me, not the characters) or just plain incompetence (again, usually me). These are, therefore, all books I intend to finish, but you know what they say about good intentions.
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tacithydra's fault. All the books I am currently reading, where "currently" is defined as at least 50 pages through and the book is on site, which enables me to cut out anything I've put down after reading the first chapter as well as the vast unfinished and uncountable hordes lurking in storage, where 90% of my books are (offhand, I feel most guilty about Stephen King's Lisey's Story, where I stalled 3 chapters from the end 2 years ago, John Berger's G, where I stopped in admiration at the amazing flight over the alps sequence 3 years ago and have yet to re-attempt, and Mary Gentle's 1610, which I have started three times, gotten half as far each time (100 pages, 50, 25...) and am now avoiding for fear of being trapped in a fictional version of Zeno's paradox). These are all books where the main thing stopping me reading them is just that I'm not doing it, although other contributing themes identified below include annoyance with main characters, moving house at a crucial point in the narrative (by me, not the characters) or just plain incompetence (again, usually me). These are, therefore, all books I intend to finish, but you know what they say about good intentions.( cut to protect the guilty. )
