My book shelves have grown over the span of a year. So much so, that I have a total of 36 books that I have yet to read.
I wish that I could just throw myself into each one. Reading one after the other the way they should be read, but, half the time, I am just not in the mood.
There are times where my brain refuses to commit to reading for any amount of time. I want to dive into a world so badly, but I just can’t.
It’s like I crave for something that I just don’t have at the moment. A craving that none of my 36 unread books can satisfy.
I have to sit and wait, till the mood stricks that I pick up a book that I should have read long ago.
The worst is when I start to feel obligated to read a book. It turns something that I originally wanted to read and enjoy into something that is a chore.
The cure is usually a really good book. Something for me to get lost in. Then, once finished, my mind is free and wishes to get lost in something new.
But maybe it’s just the amount of choices I have. I want to read them all at once.
In the end, I keep going. I eventually find what I was looking for. I get lost and I am satisfied. I get captured by a net the author weaved.
Are you ever not in a mood to read? Do you ever find it hard to pick out a book? What comfort stories do you go back to when you feel in a rut?
Let me know in the comments below!
-Till next time!