So I jumped into Sunday…
I’m happy to report that I have officially shoveled myself out of my grumpy little reading slump. Thanks to global climate destabilization and Atlanta’s firm denouncement of all effective snow and/or ice removal from major through ways, my weekend-cum-five-day-exploration-of-cabin-fever had more bouncing off of the walls to do than it did anything remotely resembling productivity.
That’s what we’ll blame it on, then, sure, the weather.
I will, however, point out, that this slump was suffered directly finishing The Likeness. What’s the point, then? This: I also fell victim to no less than six whole months of blog hiatus following my finish of In the Woods.
Tana French, I had better not see the likes of you or your black hole of superb story telling around here for quite some time!
I have about 75 more pages left to go in Faithful Place (honest to goodness, French’s best yet) and I am trying very hard to finish it without claiming that there couldn’t possibly be a book out there worth reading that was not the book I just slammed shut.
Wish me luck?
On tap, I have the rest of Crooked Letter, Crooked Letter, which I’m enjoying, although not as much as my lovely Irish fantasy thrills. I’ve found the fabulously Teen-y, Orwellian Delirium via my new discovery, NetGalley (wahoo!). I also have Distant Hours on my Nook and those lovely Maisie Dobbs books. I think, Tana French, I shall escape your seductive charm, after all.