In anticipation of my upcoming trip to Venice (so excited!) I started reading The City of Falling Angels last week because I thought it would be great to have some background on the city. The problem is I'm really not loving this book. As a matter of fact, I am finding it kind of boring, but I am over halfway done and even though I want to I just can't cast it aside. I know that Becky is right when she says "life is too short," but the combination of feelings of guilt and defeat are killing me. I cannot abandon books unless they are truly awful.
Now I've made an even more foolish choice -- I have started a second book. Reading more than one book at a time usually slows things down to the extreme, but I am hoping that doesn't happen this time and I actually manage to finish both books before I leave for the airport. Wish me luck!