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I know many of you out there agree with the above statement. And I know that getting your hands on a whopper of a novel (or nonfiction book if you like that kind of thing) can be kind of exciting and a challenge. However, I find myself getting intimidated by books more than 500 pages long.
Right now I'm about halfway through The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss. I'm enjoying it very much, but I'm pretty sure one of the reasons it's taken me so long to get here is its 700-something page length. I don't know about you, but I like the thought of not tying myself to one book for too long. When I do pick up a lengthy volume, I end up setting it aside for a while to read another book in between. And actually, now that I'm thinking about it, I did that with Wildwood by Colin Meloy like two weeks ago.
Maybe it's just the visual. I find I don't mind it as much when I'm reading a huge book on my nook, probably because it doesn't feel ungainly in my hands and I can't see how little progress I've actually made.
This might also be the reason I haven't been finishing many books lately.
Am I the only one that feels this way?