I didn’t read the book for the December meeting of the Memoir Workshop I teach at StoryStudio Chicago.
If the instructor doesn’t read the assigned book, that’s pretty bad, right? Of course I felt guilty; I’m usually conscientious about reading the books for my workshops and the books I review or whose authors I interview (this apparently isn’t a given). But I also felt oddly proud.
{Read the rest of my essay in the Washington Independent Review of Books.} And let me know if you’ve ever abandoned a book you were supposed to read and how you felt about that.
Thanks for posting the link!
My pleasure.
I felt the same way about that book. Didn't get the appeal at all.
Kelley, from what I've gleaned, that book works for people who already follow her blog. Clearly there's an audience, it's just not us.
I didn't finish a book that my book club read a few years ago. At first, I felt guilty but then I decided it was fine to abandon the book. I had better things to do with my time than read a book I detested. Don't ask what it was because I wiped it right out of my memory bank!
Nancy, good for you that you totally forgot about it, too!