In which I talk about a book that I can’t actually remember very well, but that I know I loved as a kid. I also blame it for why I have guilt over DNF (did not finish) books.
Well, not really. I actually thank it for teaching me to always give a book a reasonable chance, but the other way sounds more interesting.
Do you put books down unfinished? Why or why not? And what’s something that a book’s taught you? Let me know in the comments!