Mine’s The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath. Thick books never stopped me from reading nonstop before, but there are entries in the book that just has me stopping and taking time to mull things over.
Also, sharing this excerpt: “Not to be sentimental, as I sound, but why the hell are we conditioned into the smooth strawberry-and-cream Mother-Goose-world, Alice-in-Wonderland fable, only to be broken on the wheel as we grow older and become aware of ourselves as individuals with a dull responsibility in life?”
Not because it’s difficult to read or understand or anything, but I’ve been chipping away at When the Wind Blows by Raymond Briggs for weeks now. I know how the story ends, but I’m just watching as this perfectly nice, hapless, elderly couple consistently makes the worst choices, refusing to acknowledge what’s going on. Of course, that’s part of the point; nuclear war affects many people, most of whom have no real idea of what’s happening or how to stop it.