Out of 80 books started this year, there were six I did not finish - which is, I think, a record for me - as in, I normally have less DNF: last year there were just two, the year before three, then one. So I think I'm getting better.
All bar one of those six were traditionally published. Four were simply that I didn't care enough about the characters or story to bother; one was obviously a demonstration of the author's philosophy with little regard to story; and the last was ... incompatible with my tastes in writing, is the most polite assessment I can give (a more comprehensive filter - reading the preview - would have avoided the problem).
When I look at the next level up - six books I finished but was ambivalent about - I think four of these six could have been safely DNF without any pangs. So I still have room for improvement.
Of course, if I DNF I will never know whether the book might have been worth finishing. But I've spent long enough making myself finish books to be fairly confident that I am unlikely to be missing much, and I have to remember the opportunity cost: time spent forcing myself through a book I am not enjoying is time I don't have to spend on books that I might like better.
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