Every summer I slump. In general, not just in reading, but that’s another story. And every summer I become frustrated because everywhere else on the internet, or so it seems, everyone else is using their vacation time to cram in as much reading as possible. Well, in the time I should be reading, I thought why not write about it instead?
There are beautiful blog posts and well crafted videos on every subject of summer reading you can think of. You’ve got hauls, and TBRs, and read-a-thon’s, and recommended reading lists, and it all sounds fantastic. I don’t know about you, but seeing all of this makes me so excited to not only read, but to discuss what I read with others. It’s just that when it comes time to actually, you know, pick up a book and put the man hours in I find myself feeling disengaged. It’s like I’m in love with the idea of reading, more than actually doing it.
It’s disheartening to look at your tbr, no matter how big or small, and find yourself not even remotely interested in anything on it. Worse even than that is heading to the bookshop and feeling the same thing. Then again, there are other things in life beside reading, and perhaps this is a good opportunity to do them. Afterall, reading slumps tend to pass, I just wish I knew what caused them in the first place.
Maybe reading really is more of a winter activity for me. Maybe I need a previously undiscovered book to come into my life and renew my passion. Maybe I just need a break. My only two pieces of advice for when you find yourself in a reading slump is to A) let it run its course, and B) when you feel like reading, pick up an old favourite.
What do you think? How does your reading progress fare in summer?