Some of you follow rules: The 40-page rule, or the 100-page rule, or the second chapter rule, or the rule where you take your age and subtract it from 100 and whatever number you get is the number of pages you'll give a book before quitting.
And some of you just give up.
And some of you never give up.
My colleague Chris Hewitt wrote a Bookmark column a few weeks ago about his irrepressible need to finish every book he starts — good, middling or awful.
"The problem," he wrote, "may be that I tend to be a completist." Books, plays, movies — it doesn't matter. If he starts them, he finishes them.
Some of you were nodding your heads in agreement as you read his column. And some of you were violently shaking your heads no-no-no. Such as Sharon L. Casey of St. Paul, who believes that "life is just too short to waste time on a lousy book when so many good ones are out there."
Or Glenda Glore of Plymouth, who is what you might call a "recovered completist."
"I used to feel obligated to finish every book I started," she wrote. "Maybe it's the English teacher in me. Now that I'm older, I do not stick with a book I don't like unless it's for my book club. There are simply too many good books out there to waste time trying to read ones that don't appeal to me. I try 30-40 pages, and then it goes into the 'donate' pile."