When I expressed these opinions to him, Shannon recommended that I not finish the book, since he attests that what I'm not liking is what the book is by its very nature. I'm 157 pages in, so I probably have a good idea of whether I'm going to like the book or not.
But something in me just hates not finishing a book once it's been started. I think rollick had a poll about this in her journal a year or two ago, about whether you'll put down a book you aren't enjoying or whether you feel obligated to read through to the end once you've started. I responded to the poll by saying that I would put the book down, but now I find myself in the situation and I'm not as willing to do so as I might have thought.
For one thing, I always have hope that a book will get better. Or that something will click and I'll suddenly get it. I've heard such good things about this book that I want to like it. I want to get it. I want to see the funny. I just don't. I'm very willing -- perhaps too willing -- to believe that the problem is me, rather than the book, and so I continue to try.
I'm not sure if I'm going to keep reading or not. I'm leaning toward not, because I haven't been enjoying it. I think the book and I just aren't a good fit.