Guilty.

I'm the first to admit I'm a greedy little brat where books are concerned. I want them all, right now, and it would be best if you just step out of my way if you're between me and a shiny stack of brand-new books. Sometimes I don't really enjoy a book, though. And I can't help feeling bad about not loving the story. I know how hard people work to write a novel. I've been through it myself now, so I respect the effort more than I can describe. But when the story doesn't grab me, there's not much I can do. That's when I decide to remove the books from my home (usually to donate to the library sale or to one of the classroom teachers.) After all, I won't be reading them, so why keep them in the house, right?

I just pulled four books off my TBR stack. These are all books that received great critical review, and books that I already tried to read once or twice (three times in one case.) But I know I won't finish them, so I pulled them out.

And now I feel like they're staring at me with pitiful puppy-dog eyes.

Does anyone else ever feel this way? Like you're a mean old witch for abandoning a story that you just didn't love?