A story about this — 6 years ago
Bill Bryson’s memoir about traveling in Britain started off so hilarious that I really thought I was in for a treat. My face was literally sore from laughing. But instead I ended up taking several weeks to read it because the last two-thirds really drags: “I went to a hotel. I walked around. I ate some food. I went to a hotel.” etc… It’s boring and very uneven.
This is not to say that it’s not worth reading, but if you’re like me and feel strongly obliged to finish a book once you start it, be cautious!