In which I describe the books I did not read. The pages which did not draw me onward, the prose which did not shine. A list of did not reads, for whatever reasons, personal or otherwise.

I understand that this is unfair to many a book which perhaps shines deeper inside than I managed to reach. I understand, I do. Read these ‘reviews’ with a grain of salt, but also know that they are genuine reflections of my own feelings and experiences. Take from that what you will.

In the end, I didn’t read any of these books and can be no arbiter of their true worth. I can only say why I did not turn past the beginning pages.