I am suffering from a problem that I find incomprehensible and I hope is curable–Reader’s Block! For the past three weeks I have not read more than two paragraphs in a book and I have had absolutely no longing or desire to crack open a spine, flip a page, or peruse some text. Unheard of!! Sacrebleu!
I have to say I’m slightly scared because if I don’t have reading as part of my life than really who am I?? I hate to sound so dramatic but there hasn’t been a time in my life when I can remember not eyeing that next book on the shelf that I am ready to read once I finish the book in my hand, or wondered when I would get to visit the library or my favorite bookstore again. I am heart and soul a bibliophile!
Growing up our house was chock-full of books. Of course when I was little I didn’t realize that not every household was like mine with teetering piles of Book of the Month Club novels on my Mom’s bedroom floor, shelves sagging with ancient school books and an entire library of Golden Books at the end of my bed. I was lucky!
And my house today is the same way I’m afraid! What some might call messy with books I might call brimming with books. My accumulation of old smelly books are front and center on my family room bookshelves. The more modern books are on shelves in my bedroom with the overflow on the bedroom floor, a la my dear old Mom and the basement has several plastic tubs full of those same Golden Books that I read as a child. I am literally surrounded by publications from every century and every genre….a bookworm’s shangri-la!
So this brings me back to my current problem…no lust for lit….is there a pill for that??