Finishing “On The Road” on the road

Last night I labored through the last sixty pages of On The Road just to say that I finished it. I know that the book is considered to be a classic but I found myself so sick of Dean Moriarty’s character halfway through the story that I had to force myself to get through it all.

I know that On The Road is the kind of book that I’ll pick up again in a few years, flip through the pages and give it another shot, but for now it just wasn’t the book for me.

For those who loved the book, why did you love it?