What is going on? It seems like every book I pick up lately leaves me wanting more. Is it just me being too picky, or am I all burned out? Is romance dead?
I did read a Blaze by Alison Kent, "Infatuation" that sparked my interest, but then I finished it and now I feel lost, and not the Josh Holloway "Lost" either. I have some great books staring at me - Anne Stuart's "Black Ice" and "Cold As Ice", but I'm almost afraid to read them and then have nothing left to look forward to. Yeah, that's weird. But I've done that - get 3 or 4 books and save the best for last because I'm afraid to have the good times end.
Now I'm back to where I was before. "Meh" has become my new word, and I hate it. I'm not one who likes to rip books to shreds, so this mood of mine is killing me. Not every single book I pick up could be that boring and uninteresting, could it? So it has to be me. Right? RIGHT???
Then I've noticed in my blog-hopping that many other readers seem to be feeling the same way. Is it the approach of winter? Serious candy overload? Maybe it's the whole blog-hopping thing. I notice I spend more time on-line than I do reading, and that's gotta have a lot to do with it. I swear it's my newest guilty pleasure - visiting 10 to 15 a day! It's craziness.
I know I was just suffering from this malady not that long ago - August maybe? The never-ending reading slump.....
I'm just going to ask some random questions and see if that sparks any interest. Plus, inquiring minds always want to know....
Favorite Halloween candy?
Hottie du jour?
Newest favorite thing?
You can answer any, all, none. Tell me to go to hell for being so boring and whiny. Vent! I know a lot's going on and people need to get it off their chests. Go ahead. Use me. I don't mind. LOL.
Now let's go forth and read - and enjoy it!