One of my biggest flaws as a reader is picking up books and putting them down. The year I decided to change my habits, I forced myself to finish every book I started, even if I found it difficult. I used to think life was too short for books I didn’t have to read, but what I didn’t realise at the time was that I was missing something great by not giving books a second chance. To be fair, not all of them turned out to be winners. There were some I got to the end of and thought ‘that was disappointing’, but mostly I found I was grateful to have gone back and finished them. I owed the author another go for putting a piece of themselves on the paper, and those authors repaid me. There are three book series that come to mind, specifically, as ones I came very close to not reading at all. Funnily enough, they all remain in my list of all-time favourites. My favourite example is Cinder by Marissa Meyer. When I first picked it up, I adored the concept. I’ve always had a soft sp...