Book - The Name of the Wind (or, Life is too short to finish bad books)

I think there's something satisfying about throwing a book across the room in disgust. You know what I'm talking about. You're reading on your couch, you've hit the 500 page mark of your 700 page book, realizing that nothing has happened for the past 300 pages, you don't like the main character, and it's just been a whole lot of talking, and you're just done. Done! You will have nothing more to do with this book, so you let out a grunt or shriek or chortle of disgust and you toss the damn thing across the room! The thing goes flying, pages splayed everywhere and with any luck you'll give the cover a nasty bend because what a waste of time!

Unless you're reading it on your Kindle. In which case you just delete it's very existence.

But since I actually had a physical copy of this book I got a really satisfying toss out of it. It's hefty, too! 700 pages! You hit someone in the head with that thing and you could do some damage. Angle it just right and BAM -- paper cuts to the face. You're not happy, your friend Steve who just got hit in the face isn't happy, no body's happy.

So if you want that satisfying thunk, read through this thing to about the 500 page mark, and when you realize that it's been nothing but chatting (like, seriously, there's no plot in this book), you let out that "UGH" and you chuck this thing across the room, by golly, because quite frankly that's the most entertainment that I got out of this novel.

To be the fair, the first 150 pages or so was fantastic. I had high hopes for it. But it turns out the character is the graduate of the Mary Sue Academy Of Perfect Perfectness and the ensuing 350 pages can be summed up by saying "Mary Sue goes to school and is awesome at everything."

You see, I'm a slow reader. If I'm going to read a three part trilogy where each book is nearly 1000 pages long, it's gonna take me some time. Like a lot of time. And if I'm not enjoying the book, I refuse to commit any additional time to it. When it comes to books, I'm a commitment-phobe.

Especially when I have another book waiting for me that I've been dying to start.

That's it! Done! Thank you. Moving on.