I've gotta read it because I said I would, both for a challenge and for my own personal goal of reading all the Booker winners.
Currently I'm coping with the fact that I don't like it by "cheating" with magazines and other books. Anything to avoid picking up that nasty thing looming on the coffee table (not to mention my conscience).
I think that coping mechanism is called "avoidance." Double sigh.
Admitting I have a problem is the first step to . . . something, right?