Life’s Too Short to Finish Books You Don’t Like

I recently lunched with a dear friend and fellow voracious reader on her 94th birthday. We had both absolutely adored Bess Kalb’s memoir, No One Will Tell You This But Me, and discussed it over baked goods, but we felt similarly lukewarm about a forthcoming royal biography. Despite our bond as like-minded bibliophiles, I broached what can be a controversial topic hesitantly: Does she finish books she doesn’t like, or—I dangled an awkward silence—give up? Her answer was swift: “At my age, I don’t have time for bad books.” And, really, why should any of us?