Up until very recently, I was a firm believer that you should always power through a book to the end, regardless of its appeal, length or quality. This principle was motivated by a number of factors, including:
- a simple desire to find out what happens
- a respect for the time and effort the author has put into producing the work
- a sense of completion at the end that aligns with my inbuilt impulse to neatly box away everything in life
Unfortunately, I have encountered a book which has forced me to abandon this enduring cornerstone of my existence.
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