Top Ten Tuesday is a weekly feature hosted by The Artsy Reader Girl.  Every week has a different topic. Check it out! This week’s theme is: Books I Decided to DNF (did not finish) too Quickly (are you questioning your DNF choices on any books? If you have a policy to not DNF, put a spin on the topic to make it fit you.) {Books I refused to DNF though I wanted to}

I can thank my OCD for not DNFing a book. I actually have very few. Some may even have changed since I last read them. There are those books that, once I finished them, I wanted to torch them. There’s only six, though!

 

 

I wanted to torch this so so bad. I forced myself to finish it, but it was hard. Too emo for me, and just HELL NO to sparkly vampires.  That part would have been cool, actually, if she’d chosen some more compatible, more unique being from world mythology. They are so many to choose from. She had a chance to bring another being into the mainstream and passed the chance. Vampires are pretty well established as part of modern myth already, and while many follow Stoker’s aristocratic Dracula, none sparkle or chill out in the daytime. There are characteristics other than drinking blood that define ‘vampire’. The emo I never would have gotten over…

 

Had to read this in one of my college classes as part of a look at fringe archaeology. AAAAHHHH!

 

Same reason as above. It was part of a course looking at fringe and psuedoarchaeology. Just no.

 

This book is about the archaeological and linguistic evidence linking Indian and early European migration. This should have been right up my alley. But it was sooo dry and boring. Like… the desert is less dry. This took me forever to read, despite being very interested in the topic.

 

I love the story!! It’s Shelley’s writing I loathe! And over the course of school years, I had to read this no less than five times. It has been some time since that last reading, so I may give her style a chance again. Tastes do change, after all.

 

A classic, yet I just didn’t get into it. Didn’t like anything by Dickens. It’s been well over two plus decades, and my tastes have matured. If I try it again I may actually enjoy it. We shall see.