Books Aren't Just Supposed To Be Appreciated

I don’t feel like I need to read a book in it’s entirety to review a book.  I feel that I could read the first few pages of a book and say, “This is bullshit, I shouldn’t have to waste my time reading this crap.”
My name is Jonathan Manor, I write for a blog named Evening Revolution.  A portion of my blog is dedicated to parts of my life through diary entries, a lot of which have caught the interest of some readers because of the way I write.  I’m very meticulous about what read.  I feel that what I read could subconsciously kill or revive my inspiration to write.  Because of that, I’m usually stuck in between aisles at bookstores, libraries, and even the literary racks at grocery stores, trying to find something that I should sacrifice my attention for.

Most of the time, I’ll read the first few pages of a book until I say I’m done with it.  I’ll be disappointed, move on, and try to forget that that book ever existed.  However, there are those rare tiny miraculous moments where I open a book to it’s first page and am sweetly indulged by  every single carefully offered word, sentence, and chapter.

Those books are riveting.  Those books aren’t the books you end up appreciating.  They’re the books you want to grow old with, but can’t help but feel like you’re running out of pages.