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Captain Obvious
Feb. 20th, 2011 08:22 pmIn 2010 I'd managed to read a fair number of books for pleasure but after the holidays I found myself picking up the Sudoku puzzle book rather than reading with my morning coffee. Every now and then I managed a few pages but I wasn't making real progess. The book I was reading was highly recommended, in a genre that I really enjoy. I was sure that my lack of progress was due to my mood.
Then yesterday at the bookstore I saw a new book from one of my favorite authors. I picked it up, along with another one that looked good. Since yesterday I've read 1.5 books. As soon as the Amazing Race is over, I'll likely finish the second of the books that I bought yesterday.
It wasn't me, it was the book. A lesson that I keep relearning every couple of years--if I'm not enjoying reading a book, set it aside and try something else. Life is short and the TBR pile is enormous.
Then yesterday at the bookstore I saw a new book from one of my favorite authors. I picked it up, along with another one that looked good. Since yesterday I've read 1.5 books. As soon as the Amazing Race is over, I'll likely finish the second of the books that I bought yesterday.
It wasn't me, it was the book. A lesson that I keep relearning every couple of years--if I'm not enjoying reading a book, set it aside and try something else. Life is short and the TBR pile is enormous.