You guys. I have a confession. A second week has gone by, and I haven’t finished a book. I thought last week was an anomaly, but I think it’s now safe to say that I’m in a reading slump.
You remember my issues with Wolf Hall last week. Well, I decided to put it aside for a bit, and picked up Absurdistan at the library, thinking it would be a nice change. Well. Yeah. Haven’t made a whole lot of headway.
Maybe it’s the new job. I critically consume media all day at my internship, so having to really concentrate on a book when I get home doesn’t always sound like the most fun.
Maybe it’s being in LA. There are beaches to visit and movies to see and a whole bunch of friends that I don’t have nine months out of the year.
Maybe it’s the summer laziness. That’s a thing, right?
Do any of you ever get into reading slumps? How do you shake yourself out of it? Should I just start reading some utter mindless junk? Should I just get my act together? HELLLLLLP MEEEEEE!