So, I like to read.
No, really? sarcastic glance
But there’s always that one book. Every book junkie has one (at least I think they do), that one book that no matter how many times they try to finish it because they know it’s a good one they just can’t do it. You know the one I’m talking about. That one classic that you just have to read because it’s a classic. Or that one story by that one great author. Yep, that’s the one.
I’ve read The Scarlet Letter, Pride and Prejudice, Mansfield Park, A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Much Ado About Nothing, and … well, you get the idea. But no matter how many times I’ve tried, and believe you me I tried, I just can’t get past the third chapter of A Tale of Two Cities.
deep sigh It’s not like it’s boring. I love, love, love the opening of this book. It’s one of the best openings I’ve ever read. It’s also did its job. I really wanted to read this book. And then somewhere between those opening paragraphs and chapter three … splat. Brick wall. And I have no idea why. I notice that I usually get busy and so I put it to the side for a bit. And then, before I know it, I forgot what I read and I have to start all over.
Hopefully, one day, maybe next year, I’ll finally finish it. I’ve been thinking about it all year, but I never got the courage to attempt it. So, hopefully … one day … maybe next year.
Do you have that one book?