I have absolutely no problem walking away from a bad movie. I feel no remorse or sense of loyalty for lousy films. Books, however, I cannot seem to toss aside no matter how disengaged I am with them. Ian McEwan's Sweet Tooth, the story of espionage and intrigue set during the Cold War, was the perfect example of this. I could not get into this story at all, but I stuck with it for weeks simply to avoid having to call myself a quitter. I was not intrigued, in fact, I found most of it quite boring, to be honest. There were a couple of short stories within the story that gave me some pleasure, but overall, I found the book rather trite and a dull.