I’m struggling with reading again at the moment. I’ve just submitted my MA Dissertation* and I
have free time to read without worrying I should be studying/writing. I’ve also been poorly and have nothing to do
with my time except relax – which for me usually means losing myself in a good
book.
I’ve got heaps of books ready to go as well, lots of fiction
of all sorts, advance copies of novels courtesy of Netgalley and also stacks of
novels that friends have recommended over the last six months while I haven’t
had time to enjoy them.
However I seem to have got out of the habit of reading
fiction. I can settle down with
biographies, autobiographies, histories and the like but I can’t get into
fiction however hard I try.
I’m hoping that this will pass soon; I often find this
happens after I’ve had a real reading binge on holiday – I just didn’t expect
it to happen in reverse so to speak. Oh
well, at least I’ve nearly caught up on all my non-fiction piles, I just can’t
wait to lose myself in a novel again. I’m longing for the book hangover
feeling!
*14,973 words and called “Sex, Slavery and drugs: Is A Midsummer Night’s Dream suitable for
children aged under ten?
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