Sometimes I read a book just because the title looks fun or someone I like and respect recommended it. Recently a friend told me her husband recommended The Minotaur Takes a Cigarette Break, by Steven Sherril In the past, no matter how I felt about the book I would finish it. But this time, I really just couldn’t do it. I read 60 pages and was absolutely dreading picking it up again, so I just didn’t. It isn’t a horrible book, just not at all something I wanted to read. It was quite bizarre, which is kind of obvious from the title, but for me, not a good bizarre. More of a driving past the scene of an accident peek between two fingers kind of thing. So yeah, I didn’t finish it. Which for me is quite a big step – the realization that I don’t have to finish every book just because I started it. Yea!