Have you ever started a book, read it for an hour, and thought, “Nope.”? Sadly, that is what happened when I picked up My Name Escapes Me: The Diary of a Retiring Actor by Alec Guinness.

Sorry, Alec, I love your movies, but your book just isn’t doing it for me, and I have SO many books to read and fall in love with. I’m sure you understand.

It’s not a bad book. In fact, I’m sure there are loads of gems to mine from this man’s lifetime and career, but after about fifty pages, I just didn’t want to read it, so I’m not. I just can’t put my finger on why. He wrote the book, a journal really, in 1995 and died in 2000 at the age of 86. So, maybe, I was feeling that while I read? I’m not all that sure.