Cracking Jarhead

Haven't posted in a few days. Completely drowning in life. I sat down a few nights ago to start reading Swofford's Jarhead and found myself struggling to get past the first few pages. I put the book down and chalked my uninterested attitude up to stress. The following night I picked up the book with a bit more enthusiasm to no avail. I am forcing myself to read through this novel and I can't quite figure out why. Perhaps war novels aren't exactly my cup of tea. Perhaps it's the machismo characters. Whatever the reason, I hope soon I can find my flow within this book because reading this way is just torturous.