79163 / 90000 words. 88% done!
Not having a book to read is a certain kind of torture, as I've lamented more than once on this blog. Not having a book to read is not the same as not having any books on my shelf that I've not yet read. It's not having a book that I want to read. I have three different TBR piles (categorized by genre), and not a single book out of those 29 appealed to me.
What's a girl to do? Go to the Official Number One Novels Amazon Bookstore, of course.
I can't often predict when I'll be struck by one of these TBR-pile slumps. Sometimes they strike after I've finished a really good novel, and I don't want to leave that world in my head yet. Sometimes they strike after I've finished a really bad novel, and I'm burnt for a bit. Sometimes, it has to do with other factors in my life—too much work, too much fun, too much How I Met Your Mother to catch up on.
This time, though, I felt it coming. I've interviewed a lot of great authors on NON this past year, including N. K. Jemisin and M. K. Hobson, debut fantasy authors. I've Internet-stalked both authors post-interview and watched their novels garner praise from other blogs and sources. I've run across their novels more than once in Borders, and I've admired their covers, read their first lines, and then ultimately put the novels back on the shelf, telling myself I'll get it later.
The problem with delayed gratification with novels is, after a while, it sours all other books, because in the back of my head, I'm always looking for these books, and no other novels are going to measure up. I fully acknowledge that I funneled myself into this TBR-pile slump, and I suffered for the long four days it took Amazon to ship the novels to my house. Tonight, my book dry spell ends (to the delight of the entire household). Now I just have to decide which to read first:
Oooh, a troubled character—always a grab for me!