Books I did not finish included:
- Atwood, Margaret. The Tent. New York: Nan A. Talese/Doubleday, 2006. Print. Got to p. 15. I love Margaret Atwood, but couldn't get into this collection of essays that's been on my shelf for a few years now. I'll try again another time.
- Renault, Mary. The King Must Die. New York: Bantam, 1984. Print. Got to p. 9. It just felt like it was trying too hard, or something. I don't even know where this book came from; someone probably gave it to me in high school. It's the kind of thing other people would have thought I would have liked in high school; that is how pretentious I was.
- Evans, Howard Ensign. Wasp Farm. Garden City, NY: Published for the American Museum of Natural History [by] the Natural History, 1963. Print. Got to p. 13. I found this one on my parents' bookshelf, and can therefore be forgiven for thinking it was about WASPs, rather than wasps. But it is in fact about insects, and the two or three new things I learned from the first 13 pages were not enough to sustain my interest.
- Pirsig, Robert M. Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance: an Inquiry into Values. New York: HarperTorch, 2006. Print. This one, borrowed from a friend, I'm actually still reading; it's only on this list because I didn't get to finish it. If you want to claim this as a book you haven't finished yet, may I suggest saying that you're really enjoying the narrative style, but so far you're not sure you can agree with Pirsig's premise, and wonder if that's a sign of the shifting times and the changing nature of the relationship between technology and art (or function and aesthetic) since 1974, when the book was written. Of course, you may be a little off-base, since you're only 150 pages in.