A few days more and February will end, but so far all I’ve managed to finish among the 3 books in my reading list for the month is one book (Just One Year by Gayle Forman). I’ve already started the other two books a few weeks back, but I wasn’t able to make progress on them recently. This is quite a surprise considering how psyched I’d been to get on with my A Feast For Crows reading. And then there’s the children’s classic, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, which is at the same time in my 501 Children’s Books Challenge, but which I’ve lost interest in after a few pages. Blame it on talking and walking scarecrows which had not appealed to my presently tired and irritable self.
I guess, it all boils down to my moods, because I haven’t had any difficulty embracing the fantastical world of Westeros before and I’ve always been a big fan of children’s stories. However, I’ve been a bit stressed out with work and Nanay duties lately, that I couldn’t find my self indulging in some reading time. Nor has reading provided me the comfort of escape which had easily worked for me in the past.
Not that I’m complaining. I know that I’d eventually get out of this laziness sooner or later and I shouldn’t get so stressed about not reading at all or finishing all my required readings as scheduled. I am aware that required readings should be a challenge to fulfill, but where’s the joy in that?
And it’s not as if I haven’t been reading anything at all. Aside from Just One Year, I was able to finish my book club’s book of the month, Raymond Carver’s What We Talk About When We Talk About Love. I got hooked with the convenience and beauty of reading short stories that I even started reading another short story collection, even if this is not included in my reading list.
Interpreter of Maladies is my first Jhumpa Lahiri but I have high hopes for this because I’ve read too many positive feedback about Lahiri’s stories. I’ve already read two out of the nine stories in this collection and so far both were beautiful stories. I’m taking my sweet time with this because I want to duplicate my reading experience with Raymond Carver where I strictly adhered to the reading plan and savored each story slowly. Result: An awesome reading experience.
And then last week I made an impulse buy of something which I feel will help soothe my somewhat uncertain soul:
The stories in Chicken Soup for the Soul: New Moms are funny and heart-warming and most of all, they are encouraging to a tired new mom’s soul (and body!) like mine.
I guess what I’m really trying to say in this rambling post is that I am experiencing a (mild) reading slump but I’m remedying it by reading short stories, which really does work. I may not make any progress in my reading goal/required reading challenge, but at least I’m still reading. So it’s not so bad after all, yes? 🙂
Have a happy Wednesday, everyone!