My radio silence this weekend is due to to things. First, I had a bad bout of sinusitis (which turned me into the person at the library I hate who is making awful bronchial noises). Second, I tried repeatedly to get into a book that I found intriguing but just couldn’t get into. I don’t know about the rest of you readers, but trying to get into a book when you don’t feel very well is the pits.
I’ve had streaks in the past where I didn’t finish several books in a row, which throws me into a complete funk. I end up wondering if I’ll ever get back in the groove again. Nothing in my to-read pile seems to appeal. (Sometimes it gets to the point that I have to go reread Terry Pratchett or some other favorite until the doldrums dissipate.) Am I being too hard on these books because I’m not in the mood? Am I tired of a particular genre and need to read something completely different? Am I pressuring myself to read too much too fast? Am I overthinking the whole thing? (Yes.)
I think I’m over the funk now. Reading a quick juicy thriller helped a lot. Getting over the sinusitis has definitely helped; my eyes don’t burn when I try to read a page. I have no idea what I’m going to read next at this point, but I’m feeling more optimistic that I’ll be able to escape between the covers when I do find something to read.