Cone of Shame

I have this delusion where I expect to fall in love with every book that winds up in my hands. When I can’t finish a book it feels like a personal failure, so if I’ve borrowed it from the library it’s likely you’ll never know I attempted it.

If I have committed to writing a review I try even harder to make it to the end. Even when I admit defeat and mark a book as DNF I still hope to finish it some day, belatedly realising the wonder I missed out on during my first attempt.

Presenting, the books that haunt me …