A few weeks ago, I set myself a challenge: to read as many of the 80 or so unread novels on my shelf as possible, by the end of the year.
So far, my progress has been fairly slow. More than a month in and I’ve only finished four books.
Some of these novels have been sitting on my shelf for years. I’ve been saving them for the right time.
But the right time seems to have come and gone. I’ve waited so long, the books don’t appeal to me the way they once did.
More than once I’ve found myself staring at the shelves, trying to choose my next read. I stare and I scan and nothing jumps out and grabs me.
Nothing demands: “Read me, now!”
So how do you choose what to read next, when you don’t want to read anything on your list of options?
Sometimes I grab the first thing that comes to hand. Sometimes I pick something short. Maybe a thriller that will make for a quick read. I might pick up the book I fancied a month ago, but quickly forgot about.
It might be a struggle, but I’ll read something, anything. And hopefully, once I’m inside those pages, that book will grab me after all.