It’s been fifty-six days since I started reading We Hunt the Flame… Although I’ve had a hard time with reading this year in general, I’ve been really struggling these last two or three months. The last time I actually finished a book (and that is not including audiobooks) was May 31st. And before that? April 18th. YIKES!
Because of my lack of reading, there’s been a shortage of posts on my end. There’s been no reviews, and it’s hard for me to call myself a book blog when I hardly post reviews anymore. (Okay, I feel like that shouldn’t stop me, though – I can still call myself a book blog even when the reviews are sparse.) But I need content! I need to post about things other than weekly recaps and memes, y’know?
I’ve been thinking this week about different things I could talk to you about when it comes to reading, or lack thereof.
So let’s talk about some reasons that I’m struggling with my main current read, We Hunt the Flame.
I maintain a busy schedule.
A day in the life of me is a full one, and even if I do have a few spare minutes to read, I spend it elsewhere. I work for 9 hours a day (with a one hour break where I eat, and MAYBE get half a chapter in), go home and make dinner and do some chores, get Rowan to bed, and then I just want to sit down with a glass of wine and watch Fuller House on Netflix…
And right before bed, during my winding down, is when I like to crack open my book with the intention of reading a few chapters. But the sad reality is that I barely make it five pages until I’m passed out. 😴
Sometimes I’ll sit down with the intention to read, and all of my willpower and attention goes out the window. I just keep thinking of all the other things I have to do, and can’t calm down enough to read (or even focus) on the book. Do you ever try to read and end up re-reading the same sentence twenty times before your brain comprehends it? That’s me lately.
Reading cuts into quality time with my son.
My son is 15 months – a very fun age – and I try to soak up every chance I get to spend with him, or at least have most of my attention on him. It’s even hard to blog lately, because I feel like I need to spend as much time as possible with him. Mom guilt? Yeah, it’s real. He will only be this little once, and sometimes when I just need a moment to myself, or even a nap, I remind myself that this is a crucial age that only happens ONCE, and then I regret trying to have those moments alone. He’s just such a great kid too, and I want to always be around him. (And I’m so proud to be able to say that!)
It’s even harder on the weekends, because I feel like I don’t spend enough time with him during the week because of work, and then when I come home it’s all about making dinner and finishing chores before relaxation time. So during the weekend, I try to make extra time for him. Like earlier today, he needed a second nap since the first one was way too early and not long enough, so I managed to wrangle him into cuddling with me and watch the original Lion King (at least the first 15 minutes of it until he passed out), and it was just such a treat to be able to sit and spend time with him full snuggle mode. Lately, he’s too busy to sit still and let momma love on him!
I think I might be experiencing a fantasy burnout.
I tried to read Shadow Frost by Coco Ma… wasn’t working. Tried to start reading A Game of Thrones after the series ended in mid-May… left it high and dry as I continued to listen to Harry Potter audiobooks. And now I haven’t listened to my Harry Potter audiobook in a week and a half (except for a few precious minutes this evening as I was prepping dinner). I’ve been consistently abandoning books of the fantasy genre lately, and I’m wondering if I need to try a different genre for a bit?
I started We Hunt the Flame on June 1st… it’s been 56 DAYS since I first picked up this book, and I’m only 50% through it. Which leads me to my final point…
The book itself.
I really want to like this book. But it’s leaving a stale taste in my mouth.
For example, some of the things I’ve read recently are contradicting, like how Zafira is supposed to be an amazing Hunter/Huntress, which the Prince of Death picks up on, but then Nasir also notices how sloppy she is sometimes. How can these two things coincide?
I’m at the halfway mark, where they’re on Sharr, and things are happening at a weird pace. I’m very put off by how Deen died so quickly, and I’m not sure how to feel about Nasir and the feelings he’s starting to have about Zafira. I can just feel it blossoming, and I’m not sure I’m on board. I don’t even really care about Altair, or any of the characters, which saddens me and definitely makes it hard for me to continue. But a part of me just really wants to press on. What should I do?