It doesn’t happen all that often but I’m deep in one now. It’s the kind of rut where I just don’t get things read.
Observant visitors will notice that the same two books have been listed as “Now Reading” in the sidebar for quite a while now. Trust me. There is nothing wrong with either book. I just can’t read more than a couple pages without getting distracted for some reason. If I’m lucky, I get a chapter or two read. Last night, it was something like 2 1/2 pages. I also returned a library book I’d had a hold on but was a 14-day loan. Although my 14 days weren’t up, I hadn’t even cracked the cover since picking it up. It made no sense for the book to sit in my bedroom when I knew there were other holds on it at the library.
And I don’t really have an explanation for the rut. I don’t know if it’s the end of the year, work and family obligations or what. I do know I want it to end. There’s far too many books in the TBR stacks and more on the want/wish list.
Is boredom anything less than the sense of one’s faculties slowly dying?
John Berger, A Fortunate Man
