I'm at the engagement party, and I just can't go on. Wish Boris would drag me away....
Usually I persist with books, but I feel I've persisted enough. There's some beautiful writing, but it just goes on too much. So I skim read to the end and now I'm going to rummage through my books and find something else. I had a horrible year last year and comfort-bought books, so there's plenty to choose from.
I feel I've been defeated by The Goldfinch, but in the end, life's too short. It had turned into a chore.