It’s not that the books are bad. Many of them are well written, interesting plot, strong characters, the whole shebang. It isn’t that they’re good but boring, like Proust. And it isn’t that I’m depressed or anything, because I checked and I”m not.
In the last four days, I’ve started and abandoned about a half a dozen books. Nothing’s doing it for me.
So what’s going on? Maybe it’s just that I’ve been crazy busy, trying to get 12 things done at any one time.
Or maybe it’s the genre. I don’t know if this happens to anyone else, but I get obsessed with certain genres as certain times. Sci fi and fantasy. Memoir. Victorian chick lit.
Today, I think it’s travel. I’ll be back!