I am not a quitter. I've quit 1 thing in my life that I can remember. (But who wants to remember being a quitter?!)
That is why it kills me to give up on a book in the middle of it because I'm not interested. I can usually power through and finish it. But this book, The Poisonwood Bible, is killing me. It's long. It's drawn out. It's repetitive. It's not all that entertaining. And I'm bored, and I have 3 other books sitting on my counter that I KNOW will be far more interesting (and much quicker reads). I love to read. I love books. I have a million on my bookshelves. My mom has a million more in Florida that once belonged to me. There are a million more in storage. That's a whopping 3 million books, for those of you who aren't math pros. So why is this 1 measly book giving me so much trouble? It's maddening, I tell you.
Have you ever quit a book mid-read? Did you feel like a horrible person? I am racked with guilt over this, obviously, and the chances that I quit reading it are slim to none because I'm competitive. And if someone else can finish it, then damnit I can too. But I don't want to. And I might skip a few pages, and skim a few more. But it's my book, so I can do that.
Plus it's so boring that I doubt I'll miss anything too exciting.