Today was D-Day. No disrespect to 9/11, but as an airline pilot, I constantly live with its reminders. So forgive me for not partaking in the solemnity of remembrance. I'll be flying later today. Don't think it won't be on my mind.
But D-Day for me, is due day; as in, due back to the library day; as in, The Pillars of the Earth, the 973 page monstrosity by Ken Follett, foisted upon me as the greatest book ever written, was due back today after only two weeks to consume its enormity. I did not.
I tried. It's not that it is a bad book. It was a good enough story, and had I had more time, I would continue right through the end, and then read the sequel that spurred this burden in the first place. But, the greatest book ever written? Not so much. Of course, I'm just one reader. But one with buying power, which I obviously didn't wield at the library, which likely led to my substandard opinion.
Again, the story is good, but far from a page-turner. More like a when-is-this-chapter-going-to-end-so-I-can-put-down-this-frakking-book-er.
That makes it sound worse, I think, than it actually is. So be it. I don't like leaving a book unfinished. One I day I will come back to it. Perhaps when I'm a wealthy author with gobs of cash to fill floor to celing bookshelfs. Or, more likely, my iPad.
I wonder if I can get credit for the 283 pages I did read?