Do you feel obligated to finish every book you dig into deeply enough...

Do you feel obligated to finish every book you dig into deeply enough? I'm 200 pages into this son of a bitch and I'll be damned if it's not starting to feel a bit like a chore. I enjoy it well enough while I'm actually reading it, but the thought of doing so doesn't really excite me. If I've gotten this far and haven't really connected with it strongly, should I drop it? Or do you guys soldier through it 'til the end?

BM's end is the most crucial part of the book.

You're already an outrageous faggot but you'd be even more of one if you didn't finish it.

Ugh, I guess I'll finish it. It's just so ceaselessly lurid, and while it can sometimes be fantastic (that scene with the judge improvising the gunpowder out of sulphur and brimstone and the company's piss comes to mind), as a whole it's not totally captivating me. I think I have an idea of novel's ideas (though of course it's a bit early to feel sure of that), but I dunno, man... I'm really looking forward to being through with this thing so I can read some other shit.

Don't listen to this fag Bloodmeme is easily the worst thing anyone here tosses off over. YeCarthy is a fucking hack who appeals to inattentive readers and manchildren.

>corncob tortillas

I don't blame you. Sometimes it feels like he's describing the same southwestern vista over and over. But the end of it is amazing.

Plus the ~90 pages you have left is one or two days of reading max.

>Ugh

There are some great turns of phrase and, like I said before, great moments, but it's not really gelling with me on a visceral level. Perhaps it just doesn't concern content I'm totally interested in.

You're right. I'll bite the bullet.

;*)

when will you die