Having taken a couple weeks off from the blog and having taken some time in my personal life to reset and breathe, I am beginning to come to terms with the fact that I need to re-prioritize some of my many commitments. One such re-prioritization for me has been the realization that I shouldn’t waste time reading a book that I do not enjoy.
With no dearth of books available to read, I want to prioritize my time by seeking out books that I truly enjoy or that at least better me in some manner. I certainly see the value in visiting classics even if they are not my preferred style of writing. However, I also think that with the wide variety of literature out there, I am likely to be able to learn similar themes or observe similar writing devices through a different title. Perhaps this is naive, but I like to think that it’s pragmatic.
I struggle with not finishing books. I feel guilty or that I’m disrespecting the author who committed so much of their time and efforts to produce the work. But I also realize that if I am struggling through the work, I am not giving it the respect and attention it deserves.
And so, particularly as a hobbyist reader and writer, I intend to prioritize my time by selecting (and finishing) works that thrill me, inspire me, and take my breath away. With so little time in the day, I choose to read what brings me joy.
Do you feel similarly?
Admittedly, the book at the center of this week’s review is part of the reason I have reassessed my reading habits. While The Death of Murat Idrissi received positive critical reviews and was even longlisted for the Booker International Prize, it was not quite my cup of tea. I appreciated the peek into Moroccan culture that it provided and would certainly be open to reading other works by the author, but as a whole, I was left underwhelmed and unsatisfied. Read the full review to get my complete thoughts.