I have not torn through a good book since before Christmas.
Let me clarify. I have read lots books in the past few months - in fact, I can't sleep at night until I've done a little reading - but I've found everything sort of ho-hum. The books weren't particularly bad or uninteresting, just nothing that really caught fire with me. Usually, I can find something that strikes my fancy, but lately, nope. Nothing. I am so hungry for a book that I can't put down!
Several good books have been recommended by friends, and I've eagerly chased them down in hopes of finding a good 'un. Was hoping Changing Light by Nora Gallagher would do it. Maybe any other time it would've. But while it's pretty good, I haven't felt the need to read more than a chapter at a time.
I'm thinking I must be going through a phase. Sigh. I wonder if it's connected to my writing-weariness at the moment? Can't read. Can't write. Nothing's sparking.
Here's hoping Harry Potter will help me out in July.