I feel rather like the boy in the tale of the Emperor's New Clothes. I've just tried and failed to finish The Snows of Kilimanjaro. (And it's only 29 pages long.)
It was top of a slush pile I've accumulated while logging all of my books onto Goodreads - paperbacks I didn't realise I owned (where did they come from?) but figured I really ought to read.
On reflection, I can't believe I've not come across Hemingway before - and it was with some anticipation that I set to.
But I have so little time that I apply a 10-page rule to reading - if the story or style or subject doesn't grab me, I move on.
So, while I fully intend to obtain a copy of For Whom The Bell Tolls, on this occasion it's on to the next one in the heap: A Coat of Varnish by CP Snow.