Lately I’ve noticed that the books I read don’t satisfy me. I’m a little worried that maybe my love for books is fading for some reason. Like I told you, I wasn’t born with it. So maybe my love affair with books is not permanent. Perhaps it comes and it goes. Maybe my time is up.

I don’t want to think of it that way as books became my friends, my way to escape this so called life. I experienced 6 friendless-months and had no problem with it but I don’t think I can last a week without a book. Now I am trying to come up with a plausible reason for this and you can throw in your own two cents worth:

1. I have recently bid my ereader goodbye. My ever clumsy daughter accidentally stepped on my ereader and broke the screen. I cried over this and was angry as a bull but what’s there to do but mourn the death of a good friend? Now, I have to settle for sharing my husband’s iPad and read my ebooks from there. This I find a little uncomfortable since iPad is a little heavier than my dead ereader and it is causing me sprained wrist. (now you have an idea how long it takes for me to read a book in one sitting) Oh dear dead friend, I miss you tremendously
2. I am under pressure. In order to maintain a book review site like this, I need to be always updated, i.e be able to read bestsellers before everybody else. In doing so, I find myself always adjusting titles to read (I read in batches of 6), putting bestsellers on top of my handpicked ones and with much regret, place the ones I find interesting a little further down the list, even the authors I love best! Funny thing is, these bestsellers don’t really tickle my fancy but I’m giving them a shot anyway.
3. Books  today are not what they used to be. I don’t know, even the most-talked about authors of this generation didn’t manage to keep me glued to the pages of their books which I find really disturbing and quite frustrating.

Just to test if it’s me or the books nowadays, I bought Abandoned Prayers by Gregg Olsen in paperback. It’s true-crime and just what I needed to rev me up. Guess what? It’s now tucked under my pillow, dog-eared from constant flipping of pages to and fro. So, maybe it’s not really me? Maybe I should be more selective on my books and not depend on anybody’s bestsellers list?

..or it can be the reader as I am more comfortable with paperback than the gigantic size of iPad?

Anyway, books today suck. Well, that’s just me. I’m still waiting for some author to bring back my belief on this generation’s book and writings.

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