Sometimes, for whatever reason, I just quit reading a book. It doesn’t mean that the book is bad, though that is sometimes the case. At times I’m in the mood for something else. Or maybe I’m just not the right person at the moment to enjoy it – there have been times that I gave up on a book only to love it when I eventually returned to it.
I don’t review books that I don’t finish. So what do I do with books that I don’t get through? They go to the Oubliette. (Metaphorically – I have a neurosis about allowing books to be damaged.) Some of these books are bad. Some merely competed with a new, more anticipated book that I got my hands on. Some just didn’t tickle my fancy.
Some of these might hope to see the surface world again, and others shall be forever regulated to darkness.
The Oubliette currently (recently) includes:
- The Summoner, by Gail Martin
- The Child Thief, by Brom
- Crystal Rain, by Tobias Buckell
- The Unincorporated Man, by the Kollin brothers
Oh, and I do recognize the irony of keeping records in something called the Oubliette.