I never used to dnf books. It felt a little like an unfinished assignment, maybe? The first book I ever dnfd was one by Kate Atkinson. Everyone told me it was astounding, transformative, life changing. I dragged myself along, a couple of pages at a time, for weeks.

Finally I looked up the big twist ending, roles my eyes, and gave it to a friend. I'm glad I didn't waste my time on it - I understand the point the book was trying to make, but it's a point I've already been firm on for many years so it was wasted on me anyway.