This is based a little on a post from Jaime at the
Perpetual-page-turner, and also on the fact that I feel grumpy and annoyed. She
wrote a post about wanting the perfect book, but not knowing which book she
actually wants. And that’s how I feel as well. I know I want a book, a great
book, but I have no idea which one.
Sometimes I feel like I hate everything. I don’t, obviously, I’m not
that grumpy or misanthropic. But sometimes I feel like everything I read is a
chore, no matter how much I like it. I’m currently reading the Night Film, and
The Hero of Ages. They’re good. The Night Film is so weird, and so noir, and
I’m so paranoid, and it’s so, I don’t know. I like it. The Hero of ages is so
good. I love it, it’s shaping up to be a great conclusion to the series.
I think I’m in a slump, and I have no clue what it is I want to read,
which makes it hard to get out of the slump. You might think, maybe you should
just not read, but that feels wrong too. I don’t know why, but whenever I’m in
a slump I think I need to find the right book and then I shall magically break
out of it. I don’t know if that actually works, but it’s what my evil brain is
telling me to do. Which means that I’ll have to look through my shelves and see
what I want to read. The last book I am planning to read this month is
Frankenstein, and I’m not sure a classic will really get me out of a slump. I
might be completely wrong, but it’s not exactly shouting for me to read it.
My conundrum is really that I don’t know what I want. I don’t know what
title I want, or what genre I want. I just know I want something light-ish, and
fun, and there needs to be a bit of magic, but I don’t want to reread, so no
Harry Potter or Hobbit, even though I do love them.
To solve my problem I decided to take two books that I planned on
reading at some point in the year anyway, and read like a couple of pages, to
see if I liked it. So I picked Oryx and Crake, and Moon over Soho, and read
about four/five pages of the first chapter of each. And I am pretty pleased
with this approach. I’m a genius. Yeah.
It seems to work, I mean I haven’t read this afternoon, but when I took
the bus to and from work today, and didn’t feel grumpy at the book I chose. The
book was Moon over Soho, by the way, great choice me. It’s funny, it’s well
written, and cool, so I love that. And maybe it’ll be like a funk-breaker, I
hope. Either way, I'll be fine.
So this was my little annoyed, grumpy, not rant; thought-thing. I
sometimes get very annoyed at my books and it’s sad, but I’ll get over it. And
now, I shall sleep.