too many half read books...

        I feel like I often have such an intent to read and get excited about new books and the recommendations I hear from my friends. Someone lends me a book and then I buy another and I somehow end up with a reading list that doesn't seem to stop growing. I thought this might be a good place to rethink some of my half read books and hope to reengage with a few of them, and maybe even finish one!
         I recently started the book My Year of Rest and Relaxation by Ottessa Moshfegh. Well a better reality is that I have now started the book at least two times. Im not sure what it is about this book, I like it well enough and I do have an intrigue into the story and its continuation but I can't seem to bring myself to feel any sort of need or urgency to finish it like I do with other books. The story revolves around a young college graduate in New York City who is attempting to 'sleep' for a year to escape what she thinks are her life great problems but it seems more of an escape of self. I have so far enjoyed the pace of the book, which is rather slow, and the bits of cynical humor thrown in, but I can't seem to pinpoint the reason why this book isn't giving me enough for me to want to pick it back up. It has become that book that I throw in my bag or bring on a long trip with the intention to finish but I never even end up opening it.
        Maybe it is the pace, maybe I just want to like it because it has been so highly praised. I will finish it eventually and alongside, offer my final thought, but for now it remains with its half-read sisters on my shelf next to my bed, taunting me as I pick up a newly bought book instead of finishing one of them. I often find myself in such a situation and then come to think of how I chose such books that brought me little gratification (thus far). Being a graphic designer who is interested in both type design and cover design, I am not ashamed to admit that a well made cover and some nice fat margins have swayed my choice probably a few too many times. While I love having a beautiful and tangible artifact, what good is it if I can't even bring myself to finish what it offers. And no, this is not a criticism of any title I may throw out, but I think more of a self reflection, some how, and a thought for myself of the future. Next time I want something to read, I will sit down and finish My Year of Rest and Relaxation and yes it has a beautiful cover and yes it was often recommended to me, but I will finish it for myself as proof I am able to see things to the end... please don't read into this too much, or do I guess. But finishing a task is now my goal, so I will meet you back here when its done.