Ordinarily I search out books I wouldn't usually consider buying. Non-fiction books for research, books which are beyond my go-to genres and that I am unlikely to read over and over again. Last weekend I stumbled upon such a beauty, however it is destined to go back to the shelf unread.
To cut a long story short I have had a horrid summer. It should have been the summer my dreams came true but for reasons I'm not going to explain, it has been far from happy and at times I haven't even been able to write a single word let alone immerse myself in the pages of a book. However, this book, this little gem was, I thought, going to be the read that set me back on the path. It was not.
Don't get me wrong, it's a great book. I know it is. Everyone has told me how fabulous it is. Everyone has been literally raving about it, but the subject matter is tricky, the main character is certainly in for a rough ride and most likely not a happy ending and because of this my mind recoiled. After the first few beautifully written pages my brain screamed out 'you can't handle this right now', and I couldn't. I put the book to one side and ran back to my Kindle for an altogether 'easier' read.
Of course I was disappointed not to keep reading this much and highly praised work of fiction but above and beyond the disappointment I was surprised. I had never realised my emotional state was so intrinsically connected to my reading choice, but clearly it is. I have no doubt that I will return to this particular gem, but until the crisis has passed, until I'm really ready to face the world, just keep the funny stuff coming.
Wishing you all a wonderful week.