Struggling through 'Madame Bovary'
Why do I adore the amazing lush, vivid prose of this book, yet I’m inching along, struggling every evening to make myself pick it up, and then setting it down again after a page or two?
Oh I know: almost no plot! Sucks the life out of a novel for me.
I'm only on page 54, but at this rate, I'll never get to the end. How I pray he'll move this story along. :)
Update: I have slowed down even more. I think the act of writing the post told me it's not worth it.