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I'M NOT READING ANYTHING

I'M NOT READING ANYTHING

I'M NOT READING ANYTHING

PLEASE GOD SEND ME SOMETHING TO READ

I read the introduction to The Second Sex but I abandoned it just like I abandoned Skinny Legs and All just like I abandoned Frankenstein just like I abandoned The Blind Assassin just like I abandoned The Return of the King just like I abandoned the 9th Lemony Snicket just like I abandoned The Golden Compass (TWICE) just like I abandoned The Partly-Cloudy Patriot just like I abandoned The Tipping Point. That's, holy mother of god, that's EIGHT BOOKS IN A ROW I haven't been able to keep with.

You don't understand, you don't understand-- I am not an abandoner of books. Even when something starts out slow for me, or gets to the middle slow, or is in any way slow, I make myself stick it out. (Remember me slogging through The Fellowship of the Ring? I bitched about it every other blog post, but I got through it.) I like to read cover to cover, never skipping, and I read religiously, and I'm restless if I'm not in the middle of at least two books and have been since I learned how to read 21 years ago. So how is it that I can lose interest in eight books in a row? And they're all books I've wanted to read for a long while, or at least found interesting when they were given to me.

You know that commerical about the little rock who's sad because he's lost interest in the things he used to love?

Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:31 AM | shower me with attention