I'm having one of those things called a READING SLUMP. At least I think I am. See the thing is I really don't have a reason to believe so. I've done enough reading (if there's a such thing). ONE: I knocked down three non-fiction books last month. TWO: I read two of Robert Jordan's massive The Wheel of Time books back-to-back (if you don't know the patience that takes... then chileeeee...). THREE: Your boy got a Playstation 5 and would willingly like to take part in enjoying its usage after a successful 66 books reading year. So, yeah. Why try to make myself read anything if I don't quite "feel" like it? Sure, lately I've been forcibly flip-flopping between several books, while slaying demon's on the PS5. So maybe I should just chill out on the reading, right? I'm good to go on that. Am I?
Yet, my day/hours/minutes/LIFE isn't complete without a book on deck! I can be between books for a day or two before I'm upset! And flipping-flopping to find something to match my mood ain't cutting it. I did the non-fiction thing. I did the epic fantasy thing. I dabbled into the sci-fi thing. What wasn't clicking with my mood? Meanwhile, the weather is getting icy. The nights are long. The heater is running. And I got my daily black tea coming. Then I realized I forgot about my cozies! That has to be the issue. It's that time of the year and I haven't pulled out my cozy mystery titles. That, my friend, is my current issue. At least I'm certain.
And since I've been reading strictly (well mostly so) from my shelves, I've decided to once again put myself a Last Month of the Year Cozy Mystery TBR.
So here's what I've got...!
Wish my tail luck!