I've read three or four of Vernor Vinge's novels and I've really enjoyed them all. Recently, I've been trying to read Rainbows End. (Not a typo...Rainbow is plural...End is a verb.)
At any rate, I made it about half way through and I just can't take it any more. I know what's going on (at least as much as has been revealed so far), I just don't care anymore. This is a book that won the 2007 Hugo Award for Best Novel, so I guess I must be missing something. I just see it plodding along and going off on tangents without making any headway.
I quit. I think I can count on one hand, the amount of times I've put a book down half-read. I don't read for the sake of accomplishing something, but I feel like I've failed when I can't make my way through something that has popular acclaim. Full Disclosure: Two of the other books I've put down without finishing are Norman Mailer's The Naked and the Dead and John Kennedy Toole's A Confederacy of Dunces. Both of these are highly acclaimed novels and I guess I'm just too dense to get them. Update: GF points out that I couldn't get through Cold Mountain either. WTF is wrong with me?
On the other hand, I read for pleasure, and I'm willing to put a little bit of work into it (Neil Stephenson makes you work hard at times, but rewards you like mad), but if I can't see the light at the end of the tunnel, I'm just going to turn off into a side tunnel. I'm going to be picking up something fairly lightweight next. I'll let you know.
BTW, Do I get credit for half of a book, Todd?