I dislike starting books and not finishing them. It's not a pet peeve, really. But I feel like a failure of sorts. On a whim, I picked up the book "The Mysterious Benedict Society," and although I may finish it someday, that day is not today.
So far, it's written well, funny and I'm quite impressed. That's usually not a reason to put down a book, is it? But at the same time, I just finished reading Roald Dahl's "The BFG" to my students, and although both books are very different, they are written on (or around) the same levels -- definitely for the children.
I think it's time to move on to more adult fares. Perhaps short stories, as well. This isn't exactly the time of year that I can sit down with a book -- a long one, at least, and actually have time to finish it. But then again, once you sit down with a good book, one you can't put down, it doesn't matter if you have "time" to read it -- you make time.
I watched Steph plow through 100 pages of a book she was reading last night (technically, this morning) and I realized, I, too, want to plow through 100 pages. I would love a book where I need to make time to read it. Something unputdownable.