This afternoon I was struggling to read a highly-praised novel that I was hating. I thought it was just me, that I was failing as a reader, so I kept trudging along, page after terrible page. I had promised myself to read today, and read I would. After about thirty minutes I realized I had finished several chapters. I didn’t hate it anymore. But I wasn’t really reading it either. I was actually just ignoring it. I could not remember anything I had read. I even clicked back a few pages only to discover the words were entirely foreign to me. I finally accepted defeat and closed the book forever.
Despite all of that I still wanted to read. After I deleted the daydream-inducing novel, I searched through the other titles I had available. I finally noticed the icon for Neil Gaiman’s new collection of short stories. I don’t know why I waited so long to start reading Trigger Warning. It has been on my Kindle for months, unopened. It is opened now, and it is delightful.
Random musings from this week.
- I finished watching Sherpa this weekend. I can’t resist the allure of Mt. Everest.
- I really really wanted the Penguins to close out the series against the Capitals tonight.
- I feel inspired to finish that collection of short stories I’ve been working on for years.
- I have already grown weary of all the election coverage.
- The final season of Banshee is great so far.
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