The summer months out of school usually marks the time of year where students begin working, but may largely be able to fill their time with the things they prefer to do. One of these things may include getting back into the swing of reading, since this is something Millennials claim to do a lot of.

However, this article is going to make its readers aware that the only thing worse than wasting your time, is spending it doing something you hate. And what you hate is that book you are reading. You didn't pick the easy thing, you picked the pain-in-the-ass 800+ page John le Carré colossus that was sitting on your bookshelf at home.

You made a mistake, it's okay.

Now cry on my shoulder as I tell you to to stop devoting your time to things that solely waste it. As a beginning reader of Donna Tartt's "The Goldfinch" I'll be the first to tell you that the instant I feel like I'm wasting my time it'll be out the door.

Too often are people willing to punch through something they hate just for the prestige or the ability to quote a paragraph. This article wants to address both why you need to move on and why you might be sticking around.

As I write this article, I'm looking mindlessly at Seinfeld between commercial breaks, my book beside me like a rejected lover. It tells me the world is a kinder place within its pages, that the real world is too hard. Donna Tartt is whispering to me that she is so much more aware, emotionally available, and perceptive than I will ever be as a person.

To add, indulging in this book may make me a better writer as well. Just the proximity of it and its beautiful gallery of ten-dollar words across almost a thousand pages, is that enough to make me the great writer I want to be?

This is my personal struggle with my own "boring book" and the boring books preceding it. I toil through it for the ability to say "oh yes, I've read Tartt's, 2014 Pulitzer winner four years after it came out. A real winner that one. I'm very cultured, by the way."

But it's time to kick it to the curb, as well as anything else that needs to be. If you're reading something because you feel like you ought to be, or you're doing it because it'll be a good conversation starter.

Or even doing it from a desire to conserve that part of your identity that always says "I'm a reader" every time you're asked what you like to do for fun and you feel so obligated to this part of yourself. I understand, it's a crisis. Again, I offer you my shoulder.

Again, however, what is holding you back? Nobody is asking you to do these things for them, who expects you to tackle 900 pages of some artsy dialogue between a boy's always-weirdly-obsessive relationship with his mummy who was whip sharp and gorgeous, of course. I'll tell you, the book isn't worth it.

Don't read it just to say you read it, read it because you enjoy it and it's working for you. Otherwise, spend your time doing something that doesn't make you feel guilty.

Although It is a worthy conversation when you must force yourself do the things that you find fun, whether it's play chess, build computers, practice a different language, or write, remember that what made this past time so enjoyable is that it has always been yours, and you didn't start it because you cared about how people thought about you.

Don't let something like a long history with this book, or any other hobby, grab you by the neck and shove your face in it. Maybe you've changed. Just get a new hobby, or, better yet, get a better book.