I realized something very sad recently. Outside of my continuing reread of the Harry Potter series, I cannot remember the last book I read.
Granted, I’ve been in a reading slump for a couple of months now. I’ve started several books since then — The Little Paris Bookshop by Nina George, The Map of Time by Felix J. Palma, Battle Mage by Stephen Ayran, to name a few. Most I’m only in a chapter or two on the books, hardly enough time to really get to know a story, and I’m sure I’ll finish them soon, but…
As a self-proclaimed book lover, it’s a bit disheartening that this reading slump of mine has caused this feeling. Usually I start and finish the same book before moving onto another, so having my reading list and goals in disarray like this is strange.
Obviously I need to be better with my time management, but… I dunno, scheduling time to read makes it sound more like a chore… An exciting, good chore, but a chore nonetheless. It’s weird.