Wimp

I’m a wimp. Some books get to me. I’ll be reading and the development hits me right in the solar plexus and I think I can’t go on with this book. I’m devastated. I’m heartbroken. I can’t take it anymore.

Okay. So it doesn’t happen a lot. Good thing. But when it does, I have to seriously work with my inner distress to keep going, keep reading, it’ll get better, no writer is that cruel. Right? I mean, no one would leave a character in such pain and angst… 

It usually works out. I keep reading. I put myself through this torture and am almost all the time rewarded with a happy or at least satisfying ending. 

Does it mean it’s a good book? Not always. But most of the time, yes. 

So I keep reading.

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