I’m reading Accordion Crimes by E. Annie Proulx and it’s very good but it’s just so exhaustingly epic.

This is unusual for me, because normally if I’m not enjoying something I’m reading I can find reasons in the book itself, but here the problem lies with me.  

I just haven’t got the stamina for it and I feel like I’ve somehow failed. 100 Years of Solitude had the same effect on me. I probably shouldn’t even attempt War and Peace.