I’m reading Sue Monk Kidd’s The Invention of Wings right now. I’ve been reading it for a couple of weeks and I’m well over halfway through. When I first started it, I looked forward to picking it up each evening: I found Handful’s relationship with her mother touching; I was eager to read how Sarah’s intuitive revulsion toward slavery took shape. Reading and the importance of literacy plays an important role in the story, in theory I should want to know what happens next… but I don’t. Will I finish the book? I don’t know. Should I?
Common wisdom tells us that it’s not the destination it’s the journey that is meaningful. But does this wisdom apply when we’re talking about books? This week I’m opening things up to you. What kind of reader are you: do you always finish a book no matter how joylessly you have to trudge through the final chapters? or do you abandon books when they no longer work for you?
*Thanks to NetGalley for an advanced readers copy of this title.