Ever have a pile of books to read and they all feel a little… meh?
I’m at that stage right now. It’s odd in that some of the books I have waiting are going to be good. I know it. They are by fave authors or recommended by friends who I trust.
But still, I look at the pile… and don’t read.
This isn’t like me. Usually I start my next book right after my last, loving the dive into worlds and people unexplored (or back to faves in the case of sequels). It might be the weather. It’s all lovely and rainy – which should make for good reading – but it’s also really hot. Down here in South Australia we do dry heat and cold rain – thanks.
Am I feeling contrary to match the turn of leaves and darkening of skies as the days get a little shorter?
Have I just not yet found the right book?
Have you gone through this? Any recommendations?
Maybe I should read something way out of left field. But what?
I always wanted to write. I’ve worked as a lab assistant, a pizza delivery driver and a high school teacher but I always pursued my first dream of creating stories. Now, I live with my family near Adelaide, halfway between the city and the sea, and am lucky to spend my days (and nights) writing young adult fiction.