I’ve started reading quite a few novels but dropped most of them after a few chapters. Honestly, I don’t even remember the exact reasons for some—probably too much nonsense or over-the-top fiction.
Take Crossing to the Primitive, for example. I recently picked it up, but a few chapters in, I had to stop. It just got way too weird. The main character? Super naive and immature. Like, who goes around spilling their deepest secrets to complete strangers the moment they meet? It made no sense to me, especially with how humans behave in the real world.
What’s funny is that while reading these stories, they kind of gave me this vibe—like they belong to the background, side stories in someone else’s more “important” novel. They feel like the cannon fodder characters in the grand plot of a bigger story—misunderstood, ignored, or hated. And somehow, that makes them more interesting.
But isn’t that life too? Being the “cannon fodder” in someone else’s spotlight, yet still doing your thing, living your way?
