I've spent most of my life finishing books. I started reading at age 3. I have two English degrees. I read 273 books in 365 days the year I lived overseas. I have done my fair share of struggling through works I've hated to find out 200 pages later, yep I still hate them (Memoirs of a Beatnik) and sometimes occasionally, miraculously, loving the book by the end (Marguerite Yourcenar's Coup de Grace ). I can count the number of books I've consciously given up on, on one hand. Where I said either "Uncle!" or "NOPE."
I'm about to give up on American Gods.
Specifically the 10th anniversary restored text and right now, they are leaving Lakeside for Las Vegas (a nice spoiler-free indication of where I am.) It's not bad writing — I loved Sandman. It's not bad characters — I love mythology. I'm just so bored with it. I feel like I'm reading On the Road but with just a little magic sprinkled on top except nothing happens but relentless movement.
Am I reading this book too fast? Expecting it to be medium-paced narrative when it's meant to be slower like a fairy tale?