Lawrence Stern's "Tristram Shandy"...I started reading it in 1968 and, while I've restarted it many times, I still can't seem to finish it. And it's not what you think. I just get so wrapped up in the wonderful writing that other books get finished and I keep getting stuck in my favorite places (without being able to get to what will be other favorite places) and never finishing it.

I can't explain it.

Maybe it's time to start it again. I just discovered I have both a hardbound copy and the paperback (still next to the bed) that I bought in 1968.

Linn