I was the unfortunate victim of a massive reading slump for the last two months. Since the read-a-thon in October, I have felt very little inkling to pick up a book and read for fun. In fact, it was a struggle to finish even two of my textbooks for the last semester. This is the first time I’ve actually gone through such a long reading drought. In the past, I’ve gone a week or two but never eleven weeks with only one book read.
I’d like the blame my slump on the drain that comes from a semester without any classes of interest, but I know my shift in interest to a television show is also largely to blame. The only good benefit out of this reading slump is that I have rediscovered my love of writing, and it has been a real joy to put pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard) these last few weeks.
My return home late last week has, thankfully, returned me to reading. I finished a graphic novel and three romance novels after arriving home in addition to a textbook on the plane. Nothing really spectacular, nothing I really feel the need to write about here. But I am slowly started to read again. I have two more nonfiction books I’ve been reading off and on for the last few days, and I have plans to hit up the public library in the near future. I just thought I’d drop a note here, let you all know why things have been so quiet. I hope you all had a lovely holiday season, if you were celebrating!