If you had parents who grew up in the Depression, or went through other hardships, you remember the “Clean Plate Club.” You cleaned up your plate at every meal. Hungry or not, you ate. You finished your meal. Somehow, I translated that to reading books.
I find it almost impossible to abandon a book I’ve started, no matter how unsatisfactory. I keep reading, even when the plot is weak, the characters uninteresting, or the premise vague. There is no good reason I do this. But I do.
I just finished an audiobook, and when the female protagonist (a flighty, timid, weak soul who is always “rooted to the spot in fear,” “numb with indecision,” or “quavering with hesitant hope”) gets into yet another scrape, I begin to root for the villain to do her in. When the writing is weak, I keep hoping for a change.
Maybe the next chapter will pick up. At some point, I should know better. It’s not patience, it’s not tolerance. It is a good lesson in the difference between patience and endurance.
There comes a time in every situation when the excuses are used up, the reasons for staying the course unclear. That’s the time to stop listening, stop eating, and look for another source of satisfaction. If satisfaction is not found in what you are dealing with, it time to stack the plate, put the CD back in the case, and start the search for more satisfaction.
–Quinn Mcdonald has moved on to another book. A far better one.