Over the last few months, since the international booker, I have run out of steam both blogging-wise and reading-wise. You know, when you get that thing where you just start this and that book so excited to try and find rthat beat thatg moment again to bottle the thing that you lover in your reading but then I turned around yesterday and saw I must have a dozen books with sort of base camps in them that first hundred pages read a marker in the sand but then mislaid and forgotten as I grabbed the next book that next chance of capturing and bottling the joy I often find in books. I have this ever so often, that moment of self-doubt, of worry about my reading tastes. I feel this is never helpful, where every person on social media seems to be posting their books, and you either feel you are out of the loop or you are under-read. However, in recent years, I have not felt that way, as I now view my reading as a reader who sees my reading journey as a sailing boat on the waters of world literature. So this is my doldrums period, that place in the middle of the Atlantic where there is no breeze. You just have to sit and wait to you catch the breeze or steam up again whether that is reading some of the wainwright longlist that came out yesterday and triggered this post when I saw how many books I had to finish or a gem I find next week I have a few days in Suffolk with Amanda I have an aunt that lives there I will be seeing. Other than that, I hope to visit Southwold and Aldeburgh while I’m there, both of which have bookshops, and I am like a bloodhound when it comes to finding bookshops in the wild. Anyway, I just wanted to post that I’m in the reading doldrums; no need to panic, regular service will resume next week after my holiday. How do you overcome these little dips in reading or enjoyment and wanting to read?
