This used to be me, until I figured out I’m not going to live long enough to read all the books I currently own, let alone all those I’ve yet to buy.
Why? If you don’t like it why read it? No one’s keeping track if you finish a book or not, and it’s no shame to say this one isn’t for me.
I know it seems futile, but every once in a while one of those books turns out to have something valuable in it that I would have missed otherwise. Once or twice I’ve pulled something back up out of the basement because later on in the book, something grabbed me.
I keep hoping for those occasional anomalies. Incurable optimist, I guess.