You might have seen me talk about my mood reading a few times (a lot of times, really). But today I want to present to you the victims of my moody reading. I know, I know. What a terrible idea for a post but the funny thing is, I was wondering how many books have been victims to those with mood reading tendencies, you know? So, I thought I’ll tell you about my guilt and maybe you guys can talk about yours.
So I am gonna talk about a few books that I really did enjoy when I started but then my mood changed about the genre I wanted to read and somehow, I haven’t picked those books up again. One of them happens to have been started close to a year ago now. So….yeah.
His Dark Materials by Philip Pullman
This trilogy is actually so much fun and awesome but for some reason, I was in the middle of the first book, I lost my mood for it. So it’s been sitting on my shelf ever since, waiting to be read properly. I felt so guilty at the time that I kept it on my ‘Currently Reading’ shelf on Goodreads for months afterwards in the hopes that I might pick it up again. It hasn’t happened yet. I am hoping I might do that soon. (Who really knows at this point.)
Warbreaker by Brandon Sanderson
I know. I know. A Brandon Sanderson that I didn’t devour?! How is that even possible? Well, it’s been made possible because of my bloody mood. I just haven’t felt like picking it up again after reading 250 pages of it. I don’t know what’s wrong with me or the book that I am not picking it up again. I have no idea when I will pick it up again.
Sabriel by Garth Nix
A book about necromancy and a really unique world. I don’t know what’s not to entice me. I read quite a lot of the book when I got the same feeling. Not wanting to pick it up. It’s fast becoming a regular occurrence and I am not sure I like it. Oh, well, I still keep it on the bedside table in the hopes that I might pick it up and read it. Optimistic and pessimistic at the same time, it’s a tough job I am doing it somehow.
The Book Thief by Markus Zusak
Another book that is beloved by millions and one I raced through till page 100 and then, just didn’t pick it up. Mind you, I wasn’t super into it but I kept on reading in the hopes that it will grip me and not let me go till I was finished. Sadly, that never happened.
So these are the notable books that I started but haven’t quite finished yet. There’s hope that I might actually do it in near future but who really knows? Mind you, I have devoured other books in between those books so it’s not the reading slump but it is something and I am not quite sure what to call it.
This post is very probably pretty useless but it’s something that’s been bothering me and I wanted to talk about it. So now it exists on my blog. What can you do?
Do you also suffer through this? (Please say yes) If you do, do you also feel horribly guilty about it? And think about it at the oddest of times (because I certainly do). If yes, then what do you do to feel better about those books? Tips for the weary reader, if any, are forever welcome.
Till the next post, byeee!