I tried, I really did.
I can't read any more.
I just can't face it.
I'm on page 51, and the thought of opening it and reading fills me with dread. I can't stand the thought of talking about it any more.
I list all the books I own that I haven't read yet in the back of my current notebook. I've been doing this since high school. The same list has been carrying over since then. I cross off the books as I read them and then transfer the list to the next notebook.
The list is now crazily out of hand. There are lots of books on it I can't wait to read.
Life is short, life is hard.
I really can't waste any more of it reading something I can't stand. I just can't bear to think about it any more. I'd rather write about books I like.
There are stories about girls who date vampires that are great. This isn't one of them.