It's a fast read, he finished it in a couple of days, so I started reading it to use up the rest of his loan period.
I don't read that many novels, although I do start a few. I'm not someone that has to finish a book once I've started reading it. If I don't like the writing, or if I'm just not getting into it for whatever reason, I can stop. Maybe part of that is because I never purchase novels, so it's no real loss to not finish one that I start. Okay, "never" is an extreme word, but I honestly can't remember the last one I bought other than those that the kids need for school.
Plus, we have these wonderful places called libraries. They buy the books, they store the books, if the books get trashed, they replace them... what's not to like?
Well, for one thing, people who mark up library books. Lookie this:
See all the pencil marks? Some previous reader marked up nearly every page of the book with underlinings and circled words and margin notes. How rude.
The marks were in pencil, so I occassionally would erase pages when I had my Super Pinky handy. But sometimes my Super Pinky was, like, way in the next room or *horrors* on a different floor of the house. I was forced to read the book while trying to ignore the chicken scratchings of that Other Person.
I felt so violated.
Darn First World Problems.