Only two books a week, or one book every three days. It doesn’t seem like a lot, considering that some days I’ve finished two books. Guess they must have been short books.
I don’t finish all the books I start, either. After several weeks I finally gave up on Anna Karenina. I got tired of her little white hands, etc., and was more than ready to have her jump in front of an oncoming train. I know lots of people love that book. Maybe they read a different translation.
I have nothing good to say about the books I didn’t finish, so I left them off the list. Ha. That’ll make it harder to figure out which books I’m talking about when I complain about their bad writing.