How frustrating.

I’ve reached the point I do every so often where I can’t find anything to read.

The problem is that I’ve just read a string of really good books, and want to read more of the same, but most everything I have I’m saving to read (the last paperback book out by Donna Leon, the last paperback book out by F. Paul Wilson) or don’t want to read because it’s hardback or I look at the book and wonder what on earth I was thinking when I picked that up, because it looks dreadful and what on earth was I thinking?

Mind you, most of those will turn out to be okay, they’re just not what I’m in the mood for.

I’m trying to read David Hewson’s Lucifer’s Shadow, and it’s interesting, but it’s not holding my attention (in fact I’ve fallen asleep twice in the past 24 hours trying to read it).

This means I’m at the point where nothing is appealing to me, but I feel somewhat guilty about going back to read old favorites, because I have all these books I haven’t read yet.

Of course I also think I’m fighting off a case of the blues, which means I really should go pick up an old comforting favorite