I spent almost 1 1/2 hours in the bookstore on Saturday and came home with only 3 books. This is not like me. Something must be wrong.
I looked at plenty, even sat down on the floor to read a few pages of several, but only came home with three. Normally, I have no problem spending money on books. I also don't think about where to stash them when I get home with them. (The wall of bookshelves in my front room should be sufficient, thanks.) And I have no problem getting completely lost in a book, emerging from my reading stupor around 3 AM, having neglected the home and family, sleep and common sense. On Saturday, I choked looking at the price of the books. Maybe I was spoiled by having bought "Eragon" at DI for $3 and having found Harry Potter 7 there for $5. For some reason $7.99 a book was too much for me. And where was I going to put it? It's true that I'm running out of room on the shelves. I've scoured them over and over, trying to weed out the ones I could send to DI, having less and less success each time. Then, I read the first few pages of "Eldest" and didn't really get caught up in the story like I thought I would. Ditto for "Fablehaven," a few Shannon Hale books, and some other ones I don't even remember. I'm losing interest in reading -- something is wrong here! Not sure what it is. I'll let you know when I figure it out.
If you have any suggestions for books that may kick me out of my inexplicable reading slump, let me know!
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