When you save a book for three months so that you can read it around Halloween because it's a saga about witches and then you start it and realize that you've already read it but you can't NOT read it because you're on the Metro headed to DC and you're going to be on there for about 45 minutes (each way) and you've got to have SOMETHING to do so as not to have your head explode from sheer and penetrating boredom and then once you're back home you decide that you might as well keep reading it because you've already read about 100 pages and it would be a total waste of time to have spent over an hour reading a book only to put it back on the shelf and start another (and anyway, it shouldn't be a problem if you've forgotten so much about it that you couldn't even remember having read it 15 years ago in the first place) but the more you read, the more you recall and then you start to wonder if you should just quit now, but now you're about 400 pages into a 1000 page book and though that's not an excruciatingly large investment (compared to the total number of pages) it is a significant investment, so you just keep on reading and hoping that it will all go quickly and that you actually liked the book in the whole first place.
That's what I hate.
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