So, I didn't mean to take a hiatus this week. But apparently I have. My last posting was last week Wednesday, and today is Friday. So, oops.
I'm just having a really hard time getting into anything. I pick stuff up, read a bit, enjoy it but not enough to keep reading, or I enjoy it but it doesn't feel like a good time to be reading that particular book. It's just one of those frustrating things. I've got a Ranma 1/2 review stored, so I'll put that up tomorrow, and I'll try to get into something. The P.D. James is good, but not keeping my attention; I've got both Mort (Pratchett) and The Riddle (Croggon) waiting, as well as James Kornfield's The Wise Heart which is Buddhist nonfiction and something I'm looking forward to, but I'm pretty hesitant to start anything that is going to require deep attention right now. I know that either the Pratchett or the Croggon will keep me engaged -- I just have to suck it up, put down the other two books I've been trying to read, and accept defeat. But I always feel guilty when I do that. Especially since I've used both of those books for Tuesday Teasers and I'm not going to end up finishing them right now, even though they are perfectly good. One, Riddle-Master, is more than good; it's amazing, incredible, beautiful, superlative in every good way, but I just couldn't settle. Ever want to sit your brain down in a chair and tell it to take a time-out, after which it should apologise meekly, having come to the realization that it was being a jerk? My brain is being a jerk right now. This post has been my attempt at a time-out.