I have had a very bad week of reading. I’ve struggled all week trying to decide what to read instead of just grabbing a book and reading.
After Dewey’s Read-a-Thon, I toyed with the idea reading the next in the Sword of Truth series, Soul of the Fire. I want to continue with the series, but the books are long as hell. Also, I’ve read some reviews that led me to believe that I will not like this book as much as the previous books. I try not to rely on reviews too closely because we all have differing opinions on things. And the reviews weren’t all bad, but sometimes it makes you wonder. It just seemed like this book has changed it’s tone compared to the others in the series, and some people just don’t like change. Eh *shrugs*
Then there’s Stephen King’s It. I never got to it during the read-a-thon and it’s been on my TBR pile for quite some time. But this book is also Long. As. Hell. I have no aversion to long books, but I’m not sure that I’m currently in the mood to work my way through a super long read.
I cracked open The Princess Bride, but I was not in the right frame of mind to read this particular book. I made it through the Foreword, but couldn’t get past the Introduction– all written by Goldman, by the way. I just wasn’t into it, and I think it was because I didn’t choose the book so much as it was passive-aggressively forced on me by my hubby. He bought it for me for my birthday and is desperate for me to read it so I can tell him what a good job he did picking it out. Apparently my squealing, visible excitement, hugs, kisses, and thanks weren’t reassurance enough that I was very happy with the gift. *rolls eyes* He apologized for bugging me about it because he knows I have to choose a book that I’m in the mood to read.
I got about 20-30 pages into The Man Who Fell In Love With The Moon, but again I couldn’t get into it. I don’t know if I’m just not in the mood for it, or if it was the strange style of narration that the book is written in. And it is odd! It’s set in the early 1900’s in a back-country mountain mining town. The narrator is a 15-year-old Indian boy who is a bisexual, prostitute, orphan. Yeah. It just gets weirder from there. I think this is definitely my kind of book, just not this week.
With the sixth season of Game of Thrones starting I’ve been toying with the idea of finally reading A Dance With Dragons. Again, this will be a hella-long read, and it’ll mean I’ll have nothing left to read until Georgie-boy finally finishes the next book in the series. Which I fear will never happen.
Or there’s the TBR List I specifically created for 2016. Or the shelves upon selves of books I have in my room.
*sigh* What to do? I usually have a little struggle choosing my next read, but I don’t think it’s been this bad in… I don’t know how long. I’m not the only one, right?