I've been in a reading slump lately.I haven't said that since I've started my blog. If anything, I've only ever been in reviewing slumps, in which I'd read books and be unable to articulate my feelings about them, or unable to get the motivation to write a review. I've heard people say it before, but I've never struggled with reading because it's always something that's come naturally to me as an escape.Straight up: it's terrible. I hate not being able to read.It's not a time management issue either. Although I'm blessed to be a naturally fast reader - which definitely contributes to my ability to read 200+ books a year - I always insist that it's a matter of priority, that I prioritize what I love and thus make time to read.I always resist the urge to get frustrated with people who claim that they don't have time to read, or that I'm so lucky because I do. I make time. I make time for it because sometimes I'd honestly rather be in on a Friday night reading a really good book rather than going out with friends because I'm tapped into what makes me feel good after a hard week. It's those nights in; it's that feeling of having stories bigger than my body or a rush of productivity or characters that bring tears to my eyes.So why haven't I been able to get that lately?I have a list of books I want to reread. I have the same thirst for books, to pick up a new read. I still have gotten just as excited when I've gotten a book in the mail, or mark a book as to-read on Goodreads, or buy a book. Yes, I've still been buying books.But in the past month, I just haven't been able to finish anything. I've jokingly said on my Twitter that I've been in the middle of sixteen books and that hasn't changed. I feel like I'm only appreciating the aesthetic value of them at the moment? I like having a book in my hand or in my goalie bag at lacrosse or always at the bottom of my backpack.Part of it might be that I may still have a bit of a book hangover.For those of you unfamiliar with the term, it's a standard part of the jargon of book blogging: when a book stuns you so much that you have to recover by either not reading for a while or picking up a book entirely different from the one you just read.The last book I finished - got entirely to the end of - in a remotely timely manner was I'll Meet You There by Heather Demetrios, a read which absolutely floored me. Am I still book hungover from that? I've tried reading fantasy (I'm actually currently in the middle of Falling Kingdoms by Morgan Rhodes, which is wonderful) and rereading adorable series that I adored when I was younger like Bras and Broomsticks by Sarah Mlynowski. I've made a little more progress with those. I've definitely made some sizable dents in both series, but I don't feel fast. I haven't felt like a reader lately.I haven't been able to sit down and read. I feel unfocused, too distant from the books I've read. Even the most powerful books, the most stunning, gorgeous, wonderful rereads, haven't been captivating enough to jolt me out of my slump.Books are what I love most in the world and to feel like I haven't been able to read like my normal self is disconcerting. It carries over into blogging because without feeling like a fast reader, I can't review as many books. Everything I've written recently is short, more personal than my norm. Because I can't talk about books if I can't read them.Granted, it's only been a few weeks but in book-terms, that's about ten or fifteen books I could have finished. And I've only finished two or three.
What do y'all do when you're in a slump?