This past Saturday I took a book back to the library that I literally had checked out six times to finish it. Each check-out is three weeks long and you’re only allowed to renew a book twice. That’s nine weeks and I couldn’t finish the damn thing! I had to turn it back in—relinquish it to the library, let them check it in, and then stalk the reshelving area so that I could check it out again and again…and yet again. So, yep, I held the book hostage for a total of eighteen weeks. I’m not proud but at least I didn’t incur any fines.
It’s not that the book was bad but for some reason I couldn’t push myself to just sit down and read it. It usually doesn’t take me that long to read a book. Not even if it’s bad. And I’m quite embarrassed to even admit it took me over four months to finish one. The author wasn’t someone I had read before and I had gotten it because it was a top-ranked suspense/thriller. How ironic—a suspense that wasn’t exactly keeping me suspended. I would get through a chapter, put the book down and get caught up with other things for a few days. Then I would remember that I still needed to read this book for which time was ticking towards the due date. I couldn’t even blame it on reading another book at the same time, which I sometimes do.
I could have easily given up but I was determined I was going to finish it. I wasn’t going to let it beat me. Plus I didn’t want all those previous renewals to have been for naught.
I hit a good stride about midway to three-fourths through. Needless to say when I was finally finished, I was elated to drop that puppy in the return slot and walk away. Of course, I had no intentions of checking anything else out because I had already started reading a juicy romance, one of twelve books waiting in queue on my Kindle. It was a nice change from the intense thriller that I had committed my life to the last few months. Welp, (yes, I said welp) I couldn’t just walk away from the library without looking around. No harm in looking, right?
Wrong, wrong, wrong. I’m a book junkie. That means I can’t leave the library without something in my little navy blue canvas bag with Friends of FCPL printed on the front. Why else would I have ever purchased said bag?
Before I knew what was happening, I was skipping out the front door with three books, all by another author I wasn’t familiar with.
Three weeks, three books. Should be easy-peasy, right? Hopefully I won’t be writing another blog post of how I held these books captive.
Have you ever had trouble finishing a book, good or bad? Have you ever held a borrowed book prisoner?