I have a huge stack of books that I’ve given that line too. They are books I know I should like, but for one reason or another I haven’t been able to get into them. Sometimes it takes as little as a page or two before I put it down and move on to the next book. I don’t like what the heroine is described as wearing or something the hero has said irks me. A big “it’s not you, it’s me” no-no in a contemporary is product name dropping. If a book has too many product names, it could be the greatest book ever written but chances are I’ll never know because I won’t have made it out of the gate. In fact that’s a big reason why I have yet to get into the chick-lit. Or worse still, I’ll read the end, before I’m out of chapter 1, won’t really care for the ending and put it down. Now this is the height of unfairness to the book really. By not finishing at least the first chapter, how can I judge the ending? I haven’t really gotten to know the characters yet; I don’t really know what makes them tick or why they did what they did at the end. So because I know I’m being unfair to the book, I don’t want to trade it in; at least until I give it the old college try. And (the very rare times) I go back to a book I’ve abandoned for the most shallow of reasons and low and behold, discover it’s been a pretty damned good book. Other books I get a good way into it, I’m enjoying it, but I just put it down; sometimes never to pick it up again. I’ve done this quite often recently. Even as I’m reaching for the next book I’m thinking I should be liking the current one. And I do, but I just want something different. Some of the recent books I’ve cast callously aside include Michele Albert’s No Way Out, Liz Carlyle’s Three Little Secrets, Gaelen Foley’s His Wicked Kiss. Now all of these are autobuy authors for me so I know it’s not them. In fact I was almost half way through His Wicked Kiss and enjoying it quite a bit when down it went. I don’t think I made it past the first 2 chapters of No Way Out and worse still only 2 pages of Three Little Secrets.
And these are only the latest batch. I have so many more hiding all over the place. One of these days I’m going to have to gather them up and give them another chance ‘cause really – it’s not them, it’s me.