By ADRIAN TAHOURDIN
Half-read books? Don’t you hate them? They sit in piles on your desk or bedside table, gathering dust. Every now and again you brush them down and remind yourself how far you got: ten pages in? halfway? near the end, but you fell on the last lap? Should you try again?
I’ve got two piles’ worth of unfinished books, which suggests a lack of staying power as a reader. Or maybe I’m too easily distracted. Prominent among them is Hilary Mantel’s Wolf Hall, which I simply haven’t been able to get on with – I struggled to page 180 or thereabouts a couple of years ago and have remained there ever since – my problem, not the novelist’s. I don’t envisage tackling the sequel, Bring Up the Bodies, anytime soon.