I may never read a book again. Is it me or is it the books? I know I’m having a terrible time focusing because of conditions I can’t control. But that’s getting better. I have less to do. So why hasn’t my desire to read returned?
I can read newspapers, magazines, blogs, etc. But not books. I read fiction almost exclusively. Occasionally a non-fiction book will peak my interest. But nothing interests me now.
At the moment I have two new novels from the library. I put them on a request list months ago. I was anxious to read them because both are written by authors I like. I’ve started both and stopped both.
Before that I read about 385 pages of a 400 page novel and stopped. I had no idea what I’d read and, of course, didn’t give a damn about the ending. This has never happened to me before. I give a book about 25 pages and if it doesn’t grab me I don’t read it. Sometimes I can tell in 10. But 385?
I don’t actually think it’s the books. It’s me. Reading is one of the great pleasures of my life and not being able to do that leaves me feeling empty.
This is great: I can’t write and I can’t read. Daytime TV? Not yet.