That sometimes I seriously consider dropping Blogger altogether. Sure, I find it much easier to navigate than some sites like WordPress (but that's probably just because I've been using Blogger for a year and a half now). Actually, I hate to admit this, but I've actually switched to WordPress for the other projects I'm scheming. Let's just pretend I didn't say that.
My Blogger rant began this morning when I went to edit a small little spacing error to the post I was about to publish. The spacing error baffles me and the HTML just doesn't even.. well, never mind. I was doing that whole, write it and let it sit for a while, in order to return with a fresh set of eyes. NO! How could I have been so practical? This simple correction led to the deletion of an entire section of text! But then, you know, when I try to click to UNDO, I'm suddenly all the way back to when I initially drafted the post, white space galore. Ugh. So, in my defense, especially considering I do tech work FOR A LIVING, I am very sad that I didn't get to share my most anticipated post (now I've got you speculating).
Friday. I can feel it. Friday is definitely my day.
Because I was really excited about today's post I felt that I could take this opportunity to pose another question on my mind.
I recently picked Once Upon A River by Bonnie Jo Campbell on our little excursion to Chattanooga (and like the best book store EVER). Ok, superfluous information, but I picked it up despite really trying to stick to a budget because I had wanted it for months. How could I resist the narrative of a girl traveling along a river, her guidance a book about Annie Oakley? I was excited because I felt like it was something quite different from many of the books I've been reading recently, and sometimes you just need a change. But after 100 pages I felt so disgusted with many of the pages of the book that I just stopped reading. And I was furious. How could I have been so excited about a book only to be disappointed and out twelve bucks? I wanted to pick it back up, give it another shot. Maybe it's just me and I'm missing out on something really great (I never really found a bad review) at the end of the novel.
So this is my question to you:
How do you handle uncomfortable scenes in novels? Do you continue to read because you know it's fiction? Do you cast the novel aside and just hope that the next book grabs you?
Not so relevant: I also read 100 pages of The Children's Book by A.S. Byatt, my first, which was also very disappointing. It was like reading Anna Karenina but not at all like reading Anna Karenina. I'll let you talk me into picking this one up again.