My Dear Books,
You’ve been a part of my life for so long; we’ve shared some fantastic times. You’ve inspired me, educated me, and moved me, even helped me to become the person I am today.
We’ve always had a close relationship; I like to keep you close at hand. You come with me wherever I go.
But lately, I feel as though we’ve drifted apart. The prospect of your stories doesn’t entice me the way it normally would. I can’t decide which of you to read next.
There are those of you that I am yet to read, and those that I’ve read time and time again, but I feel indifferent to you all.
The thought of spending time with you doesn’t fill me with joy the way it always did.
I hate to say it, but I think we might need to take a break. It won’t be forever, but I just don’t want to feel this way about you. I want to fall back in love, to choose to spend my time with you.
I want to find a book that I can’t wait to read, one I dream about all day while we’re apart. One that lingers in my memory even after our time together is done.
I hope you’ll understand. Please wait for me.
An Uninspired Reader