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I’m giving up on you…

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Is it ever okay to give up on a book?

Some people say no. They are determined to finish whatever book they start reading, no matter how dull or uninteresting the story or material has become. These are the people who keep the book through which they are slogging on the coffee table or nightstand for eons. I’m sure you know at least one person like that.

I used to be one of them—until this month.

It was one of my close friends who is an avid reader who told me that’s it’s okay to give up on a book.

I’ve decided to give up on Michael Crichton’s Rising Sun. A few blog posts back, I mentioned several novels of Crichton’s that I read and thoroughly enjoyed. Rising Sun was absent from that post. I’m not saying that it was poorly written—Crichton’s usual polish was there. But I am saying this:

The book has very little, if anything, to do with science or medicine. When I started reading it, I did not expect a story about either, for I knew this was a murder mystery. It’s perfectly fine with me if Crichton wants to write a murder mystery for a change. But this one seemed to drag. The action seemed to take place mostly in a car, with the two main characters zipping here and there and meeting this person and that person and then scooting off to another place. To me, that got old. It got old to the point where I finally said, “Who cares who killed this woman?”

Suffice it to say that it’s all right to give up on a fiction book if you are not into the story or the characters.

It is also okay to give up reading fiction or nonfiction if the writing is bad. I cannot think of any books I’ve read recently where the writing was so subpar that I gave up reading. However, one book I finished that I probably should have given up on was John Saul’s Creature, which was horribly predictable. (To Mr. Saul’s credit, he has written several other novels which were much better.)

Was there ever a book which you gave up on?

Putting on my ten-second literary critic hat, Part 1

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Let me talk about Michael Crichton for a minute, if I may.

In the 1990s and 2000s, I very much enjoyed the work of this prolific bestselling novelist. So did many other people, and several of his novels were made into movies starring A-list actors. In 1994, he became the co-creator and co-executive producer of the hit TV drama ER, a show to which I was addicted for years. Crichton passed away in 2008, but several of his works will remain etched in my memory forever.

My favorite novel by Crichton is Prey, which was never made into a movie and I’m glad about that, given that I like to use my imagination. The characters are well thought-out and have vivid personalities, especially Jack, who narrates the story. And the story will at least make you curious about nanotechnology if you haven’t already heard of it. It may even scare you if you think about technology revolting against its creator.

I also enjoyed Jurassic Park, although I must confess that I saw the original 1993 film before I read the book, so I was stuck with images of the cast in my head. At the risk of sounding like a complete snob, I have to say that the book was superior to the movie (what book is not?). The novel contained much more detail in terms of the description of the dinosaurs, human characters, and scenery. I especially appreciated the introduction, where Crichton discusses how science today is done “in secret, and for profit” rather than for all the world to discover.

I really liked Sphere, which I remember reading in a laundromat while waiting for my thick bedspread to be washed and dried in the heavy-duty machines. The outer-space concept was fascinating. I never saw its movie adaptation and I’m glad I did not, given (among other things) that Sharon Stone had been cast as Beth, while in my mind, Beth looked like one of my college biology professors.

Finally, I would be remiss if I did not mention Airframe. I absolutely loved this book and its surprise ending. The novel taught me a lot about commercial aircraft and pilots, and made me wonder if I should ever fly again.

If you loved a Michael Crichton novel that I did not mention here, which one was it? If you loved one that I mentioned here, what did you love about it?

Beach booking

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A little over a week ago, I returned from a vacation in the Outer Banks, North Carolina. For those of you who are unfamiliar with that area, it consists of several beautiful beaches.

I am a beach person. I absolutely love to spread out a blanket and towel, slather myself with sunblock, set up a beach chair, and…READ.

I love to read on the beach, especially a good novel. Granted, I rarely, if ever, read an entire book while on a vacation. However, I cannot be on the beach without a good book. While in the Outer Banks, I read Freeing Yourself from Emotional Dependency by Sara Leone. This is a self-help book, not a novel; however, I find it to be an excellent read.

Some books which I have devoured on the beach include Carrie and Christine, both by Stephen King, High Five by Janet Evanovich, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets by J.K. Rowling, and The Girl on the Train by Paula Hawkins.

The beach, although wonderfully calming and peaceful, can become somewhat boring without a good book. Sure, I like to listen to the sound of the waves and lie down and fall asleep on the beach, but sooner or later, all of that gets old. When I read a book on the beach, it feels as if the characters are joining me on the beach while having their escapades. There goes Stephanie Plum, chasing her latest criminal while the seagulls fly and shriek overhead. There’s Christine, the Plymouth Fury, speeding through the streets of Ocean City, Maryland. There’s Gryffindor Tower standing in the sand next to my hotel.

When not too crowded, the beach provides just the right about of sound for recreational reading.* The sound of the waves provides a soothing background. When a reading environment is starkly quiet, things can become creepy.

*I mean recreational reading only. Academic or critical reading should be done in a completely quiet surrounding area.

If you are a “beach bum” like me, do you read on the beach? If so, what kind of material?