Finicky Friday

I was going to title today’s blog post “Finally Friday,” but since I’ve had my surgery, everyday could be Friday for me. Don’t worry, it isn’t as good as it sounds. I’m very limited on what I’m allowed to do. While not being allowed to do housework is a good thing, some of the other restrictions aren’t so good.

The one thing I’ve been doing a good bit of lately (if you’re a friend or follower on Goodreads, you’ve noticed this) is reading. My last read, The Mystic Wolves, was one I nearly gave up on finishing.

It made me wonder…I don’t like adding a book to my DNF shelf, but how long do you keep reading before you give up? Is there a standard? Does a particular scene turn you off? I’m interested in your comments. What is your gauge?

For me The Mystic Wolves was very s-l-o-w. The entire first chapter (or maybe even two) was about wolves playing football. That was it. To me it seemed like a strange place to start a story. I kept wondering if some big, bad demon was going to crash the game. Nope, no game crashing. Just lots and lots of sickeningly sweet lovey-dovey talk and thoughts between Darcy and Mason. Gah. Enough! Even for a romance. Enough! Continue reading “Finicky Friday”