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?