Do you ever find yourself craving a certain genre of book to read next? Like, if it’s not that genre, then it’s nothing at all? Have you ever found yourself frustrated that you can’t seem to find the time to read a fantastic book that you have started? Do you ever finish a book, not enjoying it, and wonder why everyone else seemed to think it was wonderful?
All of these situations have happened to me at one time or another. Our moods so often dictate how we spend our time or at least how we enjoy or do not enjoy our time. And I’m not just talking about how we never seem to want to clean our house or apartment. I am talking about the fact that what is going on in our lives dictates what friends we prefer to spend time with, what foods we prefer to eat, and what books we choose to read.
You see, on more than one occasion, I have finished a book and when I began to critically think about the book as a whole, I realized that my analysis almost mirrors how I read the book. If I read it in spurts here and there, it felt as if the plot was choppy. If I read it mostly in public places (i.e. noisy places), I come away thinking it wasn’t engaging because I was externally distracted. Because of this annoying phenomenon, I have been working on evaluating my reading experience before I evaluate the book itself. I never, ever want to form an opinion of an author or specific novel according to how I experienced their book or what was happening around me at the time.
Is there anyone else that can resonate with this?