Yes, I used to have this compulsion as well. I still remember the book I was reading, at the age of 31, when I realized this was counter-productive and that I was slogging through things I didn't enjoy because of some misdirected completeness requirement I'd imposed on myself. Gravity's Rainbow by Pynchon. Page 90. Since then I've had a low tolerance for authors who can't be bothered to make me want to continue hearing their ideas.