You’re My Inspiration

SO, here’s the deal. I feel like I haven’t read a book that’s actually stuck with me in a long time.

When I was younger, I used to read silly young adult fantasy novels, and I would become so involved in the character’s lives and the story that I could sit and read for hours, and when I reached the end of the book, I truly felt sad when there was nothing left for me to read. I would then start the book again from the beginning and reread the entire thing.

But lately, I haven’t really found anything that’s sparked my interest. I don’t know if it’s because my tastes are different now that I’m older or because I am just not looking at the right kind of books. I just can’t seem to get back into reading. Which, as a hopeful author, seems a right shame. I need some sort of inspiration, and I’m not finding it anywhere.

The last book I finished was Are You There Vodka? It’s Me, Chelsea by Chelsea Handler, and while it was certainly entertaining, it’s not something I’m going to pick up again in a hurry. I’m trying to struggle through Relic by Douglas Preston and Lincoln Child right now, and I can’t seem to make any headway. I’ll finish a chapter, and have to put the book down right away.

I don’t know if what I’m doing right now is venting my frustrations or looking for help. I need a shove into the right bookcase, so that I can start doing what I love best once again: reading and writing. Some English major I’m turning out to be.