Picking up a book. Reading it. Finishing it. Doesn’t that sound nice? Of course it does! But in this day and age, who has that kind of time? I used to force myself to finish every book I started, even if I hated it and every page brought me nothing but hair-pulling misery. However, now that I’m older and wiser and the human race is hurtling towards certain destruction, I’ve given myself permission to stop reading books that don’t bring me joy.
And I’m not the only one. Through extensive research (I perused countless reviews on Barnes & Noble, Amazon, and Goodreads, and also I asked people), I’ve concluded that the following eight classic books are the books you’re least likely to finish once you start.