Hello and happy Sunday. I’m sure that if you read as many books as I do, sometimes you encounter books that you don’t hate, but that become a chore to read. It’s not that they’re incredibly boring, but they’re not very entertaining either. In my case, I prefer to DNF those books so that I can get to more engaging ones, but that means that there is a percentage of the books I start reading that don’t get reviewed by me in this blog. This is why, from time to time, I make a post about DNFs that weren’t really problematic so that other readers might get to them if they find them interesting. That being said, these aren’t reviews because I don’t think it’d be fair to review a book you didn’t read in its entirety. These are my DNFs for the month of April.

Knowing Me Knowing You by Jeevani Charika

I loved the first chapter, so much so that I put this book at the top of my TBR list while I was doing this “try a chapter” experiment to avoid a reading slump. The issue is that I didn’t really see a connection between the beginning of the book and the rest. This is a second chance office romance and there was a five-year time jump, but it felt like I was reading from the perspective of two completely different sets of characters. I also felt that it was too heavy on the workplace aspect, and it became boring to read about those interactions. I hoped that this read more like Analysing Her Assets by Mia Sivan (you can click here to read my review), but I knew that even if I forced myself to keep going, I would have gotten nothing out of this novel.

The Center of the Universe by Ria Voros

I was more hooked to this book than the other I told you about, but it got to a point where it was too dense, too sad…too much. Grace, the main character, alternates between telling us about the day when her TV reporter mom went missing, the days after, and moments of their life before that. I think it became too much for me because of how complicated Grace’s and her mom’s relationship was and the fact that from what I read there wasn’t really a single happy moment, or at least not one that was full of despair. I have enough by dealing with my complicated relationship with my mom, and I do so in therapy. I’m not reading about someone else’s for fun.