My first casualty of the year. I think I have done rather well to get over halfway through the year before I gave up on a book, don't you?
I had attempted to read Dear Scott, Dearest Zelda for my American Journey, as Zelda Fitgerald was born in Alabama and spent her teenage years growing up there.
The book is a vast collection of the letters that passed between Scott and Zelda over the period of their life time together. Knowing how much I love epistolary books, I thought this one would be a wonderful read for me. Alas, it bored me senseless.
Some of the letters that Zelda wrote when she was courting Scott, were interesting and very detailed, yet they all seemed one sided as the replies from Scott were quick telegrams, which didn't really make any sense, especially as Scott was supposed to be the most talented writer within the relationship. The book was structured to cover the timeline of their relationship, yet some letters appeared to be all over the place, as there was no definite time line to them and dates were missing.
In the end, I just found that I got so frustrated with the book that I just couldn't be bothered to read it anymore. I think I would have probably enjoyed a biography of the Fitsgerald's a lot more than this one. I began to feel heavy every time I picked up the book and knew I would never finish it.
So there it is, my first DNF of the year and hopefully my last. I do hate to give up on a book.