I picked up The Scarlet Letter because it is one of those deceivingly 'short' classics I have retro copies of. I also had seen some movies with the basic plot of it (most notably Easy A) and thought, 'It really can't be too bad,' even though the average rating on Goodreads was 3.33 Stars. (Omen #1: The average Goodreads rating was low, even though this book is a 'classic').
The Plot: (As Seen on Goodreads)
'Set in the harsh Puritan community of seventeenth-century Boston, this tale of an adulterous entanglement that results in an illegitimate birth reveals Nathaniel Hawthorne's concerns with the tension between the public and the private selves. Publicly disgraced and ostracized, Hester Prynne draws on her inner strength and certainty of spirit to emerge as the first true heroine of American fiction. Arthur Dimmesdale, trapped by the rules of society, stands as a classic study of a self divided.'
Gave Up On This Book on Page: 93/254
Even though I was reading this in a captive audience situation (i.e. had no other entertainment readily available), I wasn't a captive audience. I couldn't focus on this book for the life of me, mostly because I started not at the actual story, but an addendum that the author tacked onto the beginning, The Custom House (which is technically labeled an introductory, but does nothing except wax poetic).
This is one of those books where you swear you've read fifty pages... but you've only read five. It isn't the case of the typesetting being tiny, either- mine has a larger print. It just feels like you're reading regurgitated description, people's movements being made into slow motion, and every instinct inside your reader-centric body is telling you to give up. Well, I did.
Rating: Banished from my pile for being exceptionally tiresome. Never Again!