This is a tough one. Mostly, if I’m really not enjoying a book, after awhile I put it down. This may be a different direction than most people have taken this, but oh well. So, without further ado, some really great books (I’m told) that I didn’t finish when I’ve tried reading them:
• Wuthering Heights (I started this one more than once)
• Jane Eyre
• The Importance of Being Earnest (this was probably before high school)
I guess now is when I hang my head in shame? I may still try again on these; it’s been a long time, really, since I attempted any of them.