Appreciation post: The biography that lost me at page 200
I was reading a bio about a famous musician, about 200 pages in, sitting in a coffee shop in Nashville. The author spent 15 pages describing the color of a rug in a recording studio. I realized I didn't care about the rug, I wanted to know why the album was made. I closed the book, left it on the table, and walked out. Has anyone else hit a random detail wall like that where you just know you're done?