14 months ago, I bought a copy of Dave Eggers' A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius. I got waylaid about 80 pages into the book but now I've picked it up again, and surprisingly, I still remember enough so I needn't re-read from the start. Now there's about 200 pages left and I hope I can complete it before I get distracted. Lots of books have suffered the same fate with me. Though it doesn't make sense, I carry an entire database of unfinished storylines and characters in my memory, all waiting their turns.