Have you ever struggled desperately with a book that you were determined to love? Did you give up, or battle on? If you gave up, have you regretted it? Have you tried again, or do you intend to? Or did you carry on, and half way through discover that you really do like the book after all?!
I'm currently reading The Clan of the Cave Bear by Jean M. Auel. I've been meaning to read this book for a very long time, but my TBR pile is so disgustingly big, I've only just gotten around to it. I'll admit, that within the first 3 or 4 chapters, I was very ready to give up. It wasn't that I disliked the book or the characters. I was simply finding it boring. Auel has obviously done her research and her descriptions of the Neanderthal and Cro-Magnon people and their way of life is genuinely astounding. I just really didn't want or need a 3 page description of harvesting a plant, or curing leather into a sling. I felt that it detracted from my enjoyment of the story, and prevented me from becoming involved with the characters and their plight. (Or so I thought.)
I was disappointed. This book has been recommended to me by several people, and the editorial reviews were quite frankly gushing! I perserved, something I tend to do with books and which is perhaps sometimes my failing (as pointed out my Nick Hornby in his Polysyllabic Spree). Was there any real need for me to carry on? If I am not enjoying a book, would it not simply be better to put it down and pick up another, perhaps returning to the disagreeable book at a later time and/or place? In this case I carried on, and to my great pleasure found myself becoming more and more involved. I am now 400 pages in and really enjoying it. Perhaps not to the extend of reading the rest of the series (though that may depend on the ending of this book!), but certainly enough that I am very glad to have continued reading! I may not like the ending..I still have almost 200 pages left to go (!), but the journey has seemed worth it. Auel's detailed descriptions of prehistoric man, and the world (s)he live in, is fascinating and though not what I usually expect from my fictional reading...educational. I'll get back to you when I'm done!
Another pleasant surprise these past few days is that I am being relieved at our next port call in sunny Darwin. Yay, I get to go home! By the time I'm back, I will have probably missed the bluebells, and the fabulous
Living Crafts Festival at Hatfield House (an annual tradition of mine and highly recommended), but at least I get to snuggle my cat, catch up with my best friend who I haven't seen in person for a disgusting amount of time (sorry hun!) and visit my favourite local bookshop where I can spend all the money I've earned these last 8 weeks on books that you wicked little bookpeople have recommended to me. I hope you all feel guilty. Yes, you.
Meanwhile...
Melody is giving away three books at her Reading Corner:
Cold Mountain by Charles Frazier,
Little Face by Sophie Hannah and
From Black Rooms by Stephen Woodworth. Pop a comment in if you are interested!