After such a great start to the year, reading 8 books in January and then, 7 books in February, I seem to have hit a brick wall. Or something. I’m in a sump.
I’ve only finished two books this month, and one of those wasn’t that great a read—FORTY WORDS FOR SORROW. I had hoped the next book, A LIFE TO KILL, would be a much better read and, it was. Up until a point. I was getting absorbed into the story and then? It moved elsewhere and, basically, changed focus. One minute we’re in Afghanistan with British soldiers on patrol, and all hell is breaking loose … and then the focus shifted to the platoon’s base camp back in the UK and the families waiting for their loved one’s return.
It was a little jarring, so much so that I didn’t pick the book up for a couple of days and then? I’d lost interest. I tried reading the next chapter but all I wanted to know was what happened to the soldiers. Frustrated. I set the book aside (to go back to at a later date) and picked up STAR OF THE NORTH.
This one faired better, and after something of a slow, and somewhat predictable start, I slowly got absorbed into the three, intertwining stories, and was almost three quarters of the way through when, yes, you guessed it. I hit that dang brick wall again!
Damn thing keeps popping up like a road block.
Then? I had a week from hell and didn’t read anything—I was definitely not ‘in‘ the mood.
So, do I try again to finish STAR OF THE NORTH—even though, in my head, I’ve already written the ending—or do I pick up another book, and start afresh? I’m thinking Eddie Flynn and THE LIAR by Steve Cavanagh.
What do you do when you’re in a slump?