Reading Slump
I gave myself reading challenges last year and this year because I felt like I was not making enough time for one of my favorite pursuits. I demonstrated, at least to myself, that having one small child, and then another, did not mean I had to stop reading. I kept reading, though I did have to make changes, like lowering my expectations on how clean my house was, how frequently laundry was done, how many magazines I subscribed to, how much time I spent on other hobbies, and how much television I watched.
But after a year and a half of devouring books at a healthy clip, I’ve been brought up short. It’s discouraging and humbling. I returned two books from my library request list unread, and am probably going to return an unread new purchase to the store as well. I’ve been plodding through the same book for over two weeks now, and probably only read one book before that this month.
Our family has been hard hit by viruses and sleep deprivation, plus there was a business trip and family visit. I’m hoping the sudden downturn is circumstantial, and will pass. There are too many books I want to read for one book a month to feel like it’s much better than nothing.