*thinks* Where to start. Someone lent me a book last week. The operative word there is lent. I didn't borrow it, they lent it to me. And...it was HUGE! Over 1200 pages! It was 'suggested' that I read the first few chapters (and these chapters were marked) and that I not 'give up' until I had read those chapters.
So, I tried...and tried...and tried. And then I admitted defeat. (But yes, I did make it to the first 'marker'.) It wasn't just the size of the book, although that in and of itself put me off. And it wasn't that it was very cerebral, and...almost dry, although that didn't help. And maybe in another time and place the book may have worked for me. But...I think I simply couldn't read the book because part of me wanted to read something else and resented its appearance...
I have learnt a number of things from this incident. One, that you can't be...forced into reading a book. The phrase right place, right time is very apt. And two, I don't ever want to put someone into the position I felt I was in. So if I ever wax lyrical about a book and beg you to read it, please remind me of this post...and that no one should ever feel obligated to read a book.
So, have you ever felt...obligated to read a book? Were you able to read it and, if so, did you enjoy it?