I am on page 146 of Wolf Hall and I am about to lose my mind.
I don’t care about Henry VIII. I don’t care about Thomas Cromwell. I don’t care about Anne Boleyn. (I do feel sorry for Catherine of Aragon but I digress). I don’t care about the Reformation.
I just don’t give a hoot but I must get through this winner of the 2009 Man Booker Prize for Fiction. I have no motivation to do so.
There must something wrong with me. It won the MAN BOOKER PRIZE for heaven’s sake. I feel shame.
I would rather watch a House Hunters International episode than get back to this novel. In fact that’s what I am doing and it is one hundred times more enjoyable.
This is the first time it has ever happened to me. I have read all the books to this point. I was honest and told the group that I did not finish. Mind you, a few members read the blog so it was not a total surprise.
We don’t have rules about reading the book but generally everyone reads the selections — very rarely has someone come to a meeting without at least trying to finish the book.