I’m sorry that posts have been so slow as of late. The reason for the irregularity of book reviews and other fun stories is because I have been in a funk; a very deep book funk that has been partially created by an onset of depression. The result has been rather sad and pitiful. Every day I would find myself staring at my bookshelf, now in it’s rainbow color scheme (picture below), and finding myself totally uninterested to read any of them. There are forty books on my book shelf that I haven’t even read yet, so one would assume that I would find one to be interesting, but alas here I am writing this post.
The other reason why I wasn’t able to read was because I’ve been reading a book that I was struggling to continue reading but I didn’t want to stop because I began having feelings of disloyalty to the friend who recommended it to me. As a result of this I was also unable to start a different book, partially because of this ridiculous notion of loyalty, but also because I was committed to a book and couldn’t leave it without figuring out what happens. Does anyone else ever feel this way?
Anyway, to make a long story short, I finally got over my self-hating and picked a book: The Alchemist by Paulo Coehlo and now I am on the road to rediscovering my passion for reading.
So now I am on my way to recovery and should be fully cured from this book funk within the next couple days and be able to continue sharing my ever-growing book knowledge and opinions with all of you who still want to hear about them. Thanks for sticking with me!