Lately I can’t seem to stick with one book long enough to finish it. Is it the books or me. Maybe I’ve had lots to adjust to lately – new season, finding balance in life, etc. Or maybe the books really suck and I can’t even tell.
Here’s what I’m reading:
Getting Personal by Chris Manby. Typcial Chicklit. Three friends are desperately seeking significant others and decide to write personal ads for one another. I’m on page 75 and haven’t laughed or even giggled yet so that isn’t promising.
Witch Hill by Marion Zimmer Bradley. I like scary tales but this one is just going from bad to worse. Why do I keep reading this? It was the only book next to my stationary bicycle and it was either read this or stare at the bike’s control panel and see the pathetic amount of calories I was burning.
Out by Natsuo Kirino. A grim crime novel which won awards in Japan. I don’t know but reading a very detailed account about how to dispose of a dead body isn’t good for sweet dreams.
So this means, I probably need to put all of these aside and grab some others. After all, it’s not like I don’t have stacks of books waiting to be read.