Shock horror: I didn’t finish reading a book February 7, 2011Posted by pacejmiller in Book Reviews, Fantasy, Reviews.
Tags: Anne Frank, Buried, Diary of a Young Girl, Han Solo, Heir to the Empire, Jedi, Princess Leia Organa, Ryan Reynolds, science fiction, Star Wars, Star Wars books, Star Wars novel, Timothy Zahn
As my friend Xander told me yesterday during our brief catch-up, there is a first time for everything.
I’ve always had this frustrating habit of finishing every novel that I start reading, but for the first time, I have decided to abandon this current novel I am reading and put me out of my misery.
According to this blog, the last book I finished was Homeland by RA Salvatore, and I had completed it by the 20th of December 2010. Fast forward a month and a half and I’m still stuck on the next book, a Star Wars novel called Heir to the Empire, written by award-winning author Timothy Zahn. I’m not even halfway through.
A friend was kind enough to lend it to me and I am ashamed to admit that I’ve had it in my possession for 6+ months, or some other ridiculously long period of time. I wanted to finish it and finish it quickly so I could finally return it and get started on that stack of books still waiting for me in the corner.
It’s not that the book is bad — in fact, it is a bestseller and widely regarded as one of the best Star Wars novels ever written. I don’t know why, but I’ve simply struggled with it, and struggled badly. Every time I stop reading it, I don’t get the urge to read it again, and when I do start to read it again, I have trouble remembering what the heck is going on (probably because I take such long breaks in between).
I believe the problem lies with me being only a fringe Star Wars fan. I was born a little too late to be caught up in the frenzy, and while I have watched all the films, I don’t care for Luke, Leia and Han Solo the way the ‘true’ fanatics do. I just like the lightsabers.
So all that Empire/Rebel Alliance stuff, the politics, the names I can’t pronounce, the history of everything — the stuff that true fans appreciate — never got me going. And there was too much of that in the first hundred or so pages. I have no doubt that the book will get more interesting and action packed, but I just can’t bring myself to get to that point. I quit.
My wife says I should have done it ages ago. She compares it to my refusal to stop watching or going to watch potentially bad movies. She still complains that I wasted 2 hours of her life in taking her to see Buried with Ryan Reynolds. I actually thought it was okay, but maybe that’s my problem.
Next up, The Diary of a Young Girl by Anne Frank. I’m loving it already.