It never ends

I’m a born quitter. Thankless jobs, lackluster friendships, irritating summer drama programs – I’ve quit them all. One of the few activities I’ve ever persevered at is reading. When I start a book, I finish it. For the past few years, I’ve been trying to spread the stick-to-itivness I have with reading to other aspects of my life and I’ve been somewhat successful.

So I now find myself at a crossroads, because I’ve started this book called Infinite Jest by David Foster Wallace. I’d been told it’s good; I think it’s kind of a modern classic. It’s also 981 pages. With small print. And big words. I’m thinking I might stop reading it.

Is this a bad thing? Am I weak? Is there a time when sometimes you need to surrender and throw in the towel for the sake of everyone involved? Tell me what you think, dear readers.



(Also, if anyone has read Infinite Jest, can you tell me if it gets better/easier to understand as you get further in?)