I want to close the book.
I'm done reading, but there are still pages left written. The book no longer interests me. It has been the worst book I have ever read so far. It doesn't have a happy ending. For that, I would have to pick up another book. Choosing the next one will be a task indeed.
Perhaps I should write my own instead.
That's even more daunting than choosing my next book. Lots to choose from. What kind of story am I in the mood for? One where the lead comes out on top. One where good wins and bad doesn't. A book where the biggest challenge the main character faces is deciding which flavour of tea to try next.
I know that I have no one to blame but myself. I keep opening similar books, hoping that maybe this one is different after all. My current book was. Different. Or so I thought. The cover was unlike anything I had ever picked up before and the synopsis seemed promising. I was so excited to get started and find out where the story would take me.
About halfway through I realised the book's reviews were greatly exaggerated. I felt tricked into buying the book. Now I was stuck between the pages of a neverending drama. Just when I thought the story couldn't possibly get any worse, it did. I kept holding out hope that maybe the next chapter would be better. I stuck around for that one character that made me laugh, but even that wasn't enough to turn things around.
The villain just kept winning. Despite being poorly written. None of the other, more sympathetic characters stood a chance.
Now I've arrived at the final chapter, but I don't want to read the last pages. I'm done with this book. I need it to end. It's time to close the book and move on.
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