I’m about halfway through Peter Carey’s My Life as a Fake, and debating whether or not to finish it. I have no problem setting aside crappy books. I don’t feel the need to finish a book just because I started it. Life is too short, and there are too many good books waiting to be read. But this is a dilemma because I know My Life as a Fake is not only a good book, but one that’s right up my alley — it’s all about writers and the nature of fiction, yee-haw! The problem is, I haven’t been able to give it its due. The sandbox is not holding Daniel’s interest the way it used to, and I’m only able to read a few pages at a time. Sometimes several days pass before I pick it up again. And this book, I think, needs to be read in one fell swoop. I’ve lost track of the plot and I can’t keep the characters straight in my mind. I’m ninety-nine percent sure this is my fault and not the author’s. So, do I continue and hope to get back on track? Or set it aside for another day?