I should have done this a long time ago, but as I commented recently over at Bookpuddle, I’m a big talker about abandoning books when you aren’t getting along, but when it comes down to actually doing it, I stink. I believe I have only ruthlessly abandoned two books in my entire life by page fifty. The few other books I have abandoned have been by page 100 – 120 or so and have been departed from with much guilt, tearing of hair and gnashing of teeth. Based on those statistics, I have no right to encourage others to abandon books they are not enjoying. If I ever do it to you, please just politely clear your throat and say, “Um, remember your stinky abandonment rate?” And if I splutter and protest that I just don’t read bad books and must be lucky that way, it’s ok to whack me upside the head with whatever book you may be holding in your hands.
Because of my abandonment issues, I have, therefore, managed to make it to page 146 (out of 194) in The Future of Ice. Close as I am to the end, I just can’t do it. I’m abandoning it.
Now here I wish I could write such a nice, witty why-I-did-not-like-this-book-post like Emily has done with an Elizabeth Bowen book. But Emily is much nicer than I am. I will say though that the book might be better than I think, it is simply not what I expected it to be and I have not been able to adjust my expectations. It’d be great if you want a travelogue and descriptions of beautiful scenery but if you want to learn anything about ice, nope. I’ve lost count of the number of times Ehrlich has said that ice teaches water about cold. What the heck is that supposed to mean?
I have considered abandoning this book on several occasions, but then I’ll come across a passage that talks about ice or global warming, she’ll say something intriguing like “a glacier is an archivist and a historian,” and I’ll think she’s finally getting down to the science, to the interesting stuff. But it only lasts for a page, maybe two and sometimes for only a paragraph.
And so because I haven’t been able to read anything other than boring chapters on data modeling for school since Sunday evening, the prospect of having a half an hour of free time to read this evening and filling it with this book is too much for me to bear. I removed my bookmark from its pages, I have put the book in the return to library spot on my desk. I will move on. I will get over feeling bad about moving on. Eventually.