For me it happens at least once a year, usually during summer. I’ll pick up book after book after book, and while they’re all good, I’ll just not feel excited enough to really get into any of them. It’s not that they’re bad, they’re all good, I just can’t get excited about any of them. . . It’s a sad condition really.
So, since I haven’t finished a book in the last two weeks (two weeks!? My brain is going to atrophy, waaaaah!), I thought I would talk about the things that I have picked up and started reading in the past few weeks.
I picked up this book a while back ago, because I love reading books like this. It’s good to be reminded that sometimes you really just need to let things go instead of holding on to them and trying to control your world. Because honestly, let’s face it, none of us can control anything really except our own reactions, and that’s what Karen Ehman let’s us know in this book. I’ve only gotten a couple of chapters in, but I do enjoy Ms. Ehman’s conversational tone, and the overall message, which she lets us know early on. I’m not completely sure why I haven’t been feeling this one, other than sometimes I do this with nonfiction books in particular. I will start it, like it, but decide that I just absolutely have to pick up something else. This book will be finished though (I’m a little bit
obsessive meticulous about finishing books), and hopefully soon.
With this book, it is so not the book, it’s me. So far Wayward has continued the pace of the first book Pines, and it’s still interesting and exciting. The style that Crouch has (that so many on Goodreads seem to find off putting) really ramps up the tension, in my opinion. It’s a good style for a novel that relies heavily on the atmosphere of menace, rather than direct menacing things. If that makes any sense. I’m about halfway through this book so far, and there’s that feeling that something is coming, but my ADHD is acting up or something, because I just can’t stay with it. But again, Wayward, it’s not you, it’s me. It’s sooooooo me, because if I could sit down and read you without getting distracting by something absolutely meaningless I would so be spending more time with you.
Ever since I was required to read Recitatif, I have loved Toni Morrison. The writing is tight, and so very good. Beloved is no exception, and so it’s again not so much the book, but me (just in case you aren’t sure, it’s always me as far as these books go). This book did a good job of grabbing me, and it’s both creepy and not, so I don’t know what my problem is here. Other than I’m feeling meh about every book I pick up, even though they’re awesome, and this one is a classic I’ve been wanting to read for forever. I do look forward to going back to it once I get my groove back, because it’s seriously a fascinating book, and Ms. Morrison is just so very good about writing about people.
And of course, the mother of all stories. I picked this up a while back ago, and hadn’t cracked it open yet because this one is a commitment. I got the version that packs all three books into one, which is an even bigger commitment, but I kind of view this as one big story. Honestly, I was a bit nervous to start this because I wasn’t very fond of The Hobbit, which I read at the tail end of last year. I found The Hobbit seemed to have some pacing trouble, with long ribbons of tedious exposition punctuated by really awesome action. But it was also meant to be a children’s story, and children’s stories of that time have a tendency to this (I loved Watership Down with a passion, but I would say if I hadn’t been as into that one, I probably would have had the same criticism, so I think this has a “what you bring to the table” kind of component, and I’m not a huge epic fantasy person). However, I noticed that the Fellowship of the Ring had a different tone immediately. It feels like a very sad story, even at the beginning, and even though I haven’t been feeling this one a whole lot, I do find the story absorbing and deserving of my whole attention, and not my sporadic attention.
And finally, the book I have been meaning to read for the last few months, going as far as checking it out on Overdrive like four of five times, but never quite cracking open, The Cuckoo’s Calling by
J.K. Rowling “Robert Galbraith” (which we all know is J.K. Rowling by now, but the cover says Robert Galbraith, so that’s what I’ll say too). I literally picked this up last night, and if anyone can shake me out of my reading ennui, it is J.K. Rowling. So far, I’m really enjoying the style, and the story, even in what I call the “boring” parts of a mystery series, when everything is being established. It’s pretty fast paced, and I’ve always loved Rowling’s use of vocabulary. Yes, I said vocabulary. Because if you want to learn new words, picking up a Rowling book is a good way to do it. The characters are all well formed, and I love that, and will forever love that about the things Rowling writes. Honestly though, I’ve only started it, so how it goes still remains to be seen.
So now you know, I have been reading, albeit in a flaky way, and you also know what’ll be coming up in the book reviews in the next few weeks and months. I’ve also got two from Netgalley I’ll be reviewing for you, but I like getting those up closer to publishing time for what I hope is the benefit of the writers and release of the book (hey, writers gotta eat, you know?).
I hope you all are enjoying whatever book you have been reading, and send me some good vibes that I get my reading mojo back!