I have a confession to make. Up until a few days ago, I was in a horrible reading funk. The entire month of October was just brutal. I only opened books because it was necessary to meet my goal for the 50/50 Reading Challenge.
Normally, I am an emotional reader. I choose a book based on the mood I’m in at the time. Because of this, I keep a very long “to-read” list with a variety of genres to use as a reference. My list has over 200 titles on it at the moment and I’ll still forsake it if I find another book that suits me better. Nothing, and I mean nothing, moved me in October. Not my to-read list. Not suggestions from family or friends. Not strolls through B & N. Nothing!
A complete break from reading is what I really needed (and wanted). However, that slave driver called The 50/50 Reading Challenge wouldn’t let…
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