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I consider myself a rereader, though, because if I’ve only read a book once, then I can’t have had the highest opinion of it. Or, possibly, I just finished it and am not about to just flip back to the beginning right away (though I am often tempted). If I love a book, then I will read the heck out of it, again and again, until I’m familiar with the ideas and the text and the characters so much that I can quote what is making you laugh while I watch you read. (Yes, it sounds creepy and is.)
I live for that experience, and so reading too many new books can be an altogether depressing experience.
I don’t know if anyone else gets this feeling, but there are times when I can forget I like to read. Which isn’t as weird as it sounds. I’ve heard that introverted brains can get disengaged from even one’s favorite activities, and until you activate long-term memory of that activity, you can “forget” that you dislike that activity. For me, it isn’t that I don’t know I like to read (the bookshelves are in my room for a reason) but I lose any and all interest in picking up a book.
That’s where, at least for me, book slumps start. And I have actual evidence.
Last summer between May and July, I read 28 books. As far as I can tell, all of them were new reads for me. And there were plenty of books in that mix that I loved. Early on, anyway. As I cleaned out my TBR, by the end of the summer I was reading rather disappointing books, and my habit of reading ten or so books every month dropped.
I only read three books that August. I enjoyed one of them.
It wasn’t until I picked up a book that activated my “Yay Reading!” memories that I picked up more books again. It was The World Forgot by Martin Leicht and Isla Neal. Love.
I’ve picked up 23 new books this summer, and there are guaranteed to be more. I’ve reread (or restarted) nine books, and only two of those have I really adored. I look at my dwindling TBR pile and I’m tempted to not pick anything up. Just DNF’ing The Scarlet Pimpernel is an idea I long to keep up with.
But, I can’t. I still have goals to reach, and I have some averages to maintain. And that’s why I have a few great rereads that I’m looking forward to in the near future:
Vicious by V.E. Schwab (I CANNOT WAIT because it is SO GOOD!)
Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo (I should do this anyway, before Crooked Kingdom comes out!)
Twilight by Stephenie Meyer (This time with an exciting study activity to go with it. Fun stuff!)
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