The other day, John told me I’m in a book funk. I objected. I told him I am NOT in a book funk, I like the book I’m reading now. He pointed out, accurately, that I was JUST telling him what I don’t like about that exact book. Leaving aside that I’m capable of liking a book while not liking something about it, so that’s not really an indicator of whether I’m enjoying reading my book (maybe I’m enjoying complaining about it!), once I thought about it, I have to say he’s not wrong. I might be in a book funk. (Also, he wasn’t wrong about that book. I think I’d have to say I didn’t like it overall, but I liked certain things about it.)
I just went back to my book list, and my ratio of books I don’t like to books I like is WAY higher than normal. Over the last 12 weeks, I have not liked 10 out of 29 books. That’s a full third of the books I’ve picked up in the last three months. Either I’m getting worse at picking out books or I’m getting better at recognizing what I shouldn’t be spending my time on. The second thing sounds better. Let’s go with that.