Life is too short to read a bad book!  I spend so much time reading about books, picking the ones that sound like they would appeal to me.  I troll the library website, look at editorial reviews and customer reviews.  When I start reading a new book, I always go into it biased toward loving it.  It is painful to me when I realize I don't like it.

At this point, I tell myself, give it one more chapter.  If that doesn't work, I turn into one of those awful readers who skip to the end.  I figure if I know how it ends, I may become more involved with the characters and plot.

The older I get, the less time I seem to have.  Waking up early on a Saturday morning, I make my coffee and shuffle to the living room to read.  I have, maybe, an hour before the rest of the house wakes up.  Call me selfish, but that time is MINE.  When I don't have to clean, answer questions, wipe noses, make breakfast, snacks, snacks, snacks...

So, life is too short to read a bad book.