Every reader goes through a kind of funk once in a while. You know the one, where even though you are absolutely certain every book in that to-read stack is right up your alley, none of them are speaking to you at the moment.
I’m going through that right now.
Yesterday I started working through a new book on Charlemagne. Interesting enough, but I started wondering if I was having “Medieval burnout” or something. Nah, that can’t possibly be the case. Even so, I switched gears, figured I could come back to it later. Tried starting a fantasy novel. Backburnered. Attempted a sci-fi novel. Paused it. Poetry? Not so much right now. I had two books on sociopaths in my audio queue. One was written by a psychologist, the other by a sociopath. Two sides of the same coin. I started both of them and returned them because, ironically, I just didn’t care.
The good news is it won’t last. All I can do is work through it. At times like this, there’s only one thing for it: music. Suffice to say, I may not have a book review on here for a few days.