Ok, after the last post, I've been asked about the books I gave up on.
I don't want to make this personal, but it is - purely my opinion on why I didn't continue to the last page, so here goes: 

The Bone Clocks by David Mitchell
I've loved his previous novels, couldn't put them down, but this novel left me cold. Maybe it was the adolescent narrative in the beginning (runaway refuses to go home no matter the dangers). I gave up during the first entry to the dark side and only resumed reading because I have faith in the author. However, when the two sides of otherworldly creatures moved toward battle, I gave up.

The Humans by Matt Haig
So many people raved about this, but the super intelligent creature running naked through the streets of Cambridge while trying to blend in seemed a step too far, especially for a super intelligent character.

Leaving Before the Rains Come by Alexandra Fuller
I have loved all of Alexandra's work, but this felt like it was written to clear bills - it's a memoir and she mentions being in debt on several occasions. The moments of joy come from her parents escapades which made me realise that in much of her previous books, the interesting scenes feature those very same parents. 

The Rosie Effect by Graeme Simsion
I had read nothing from this author before, and I will read nothing again. Trite and so predictable, TV soap operas started to look appealing. 

It's all personal. As I said in the last blog, "It's not you, it's me."