Hello from a long absence. I wish I’d been buried in a book for the last month or like my beloved Thursday Next trapped in the book world itself. Instead, Holly and I lost our dad at the beginning of December. That I won’t go into but to say that he was the absolute best in every way and nothing is going to feel quite right for a long time. He’s half the reason we’re both the readers that we are and absolutely the reason I love fantasy.
So time has passed, even though it feels like everyone should be frozen in grief and I keep finding myself at a loss for what to do with myself. Immersion in a new book is always my comfort – but I just don’t care. I don’t want to admit how many hours of Food Network I’ve watched rather than find anything that makes me actually think. I’ve read some smutty romances but even those are kind of meh.
I’m afraid to pick up a book that I want to love because I don’t want my whole mood to color the experience. Babycakes has actually found a new series WORSE than the Rainbow Fairies – it involves Royal Ponies. Maybe I’ll read with her so I can get my hate reading out and move on to something of my own…
I think I started out wanting to ask for a magic book that would make me feel better and lighter and ready to read anything I want and think about anything without being sad. Too bad I know there’s no such thing. So instead I’ll just say that we’ll be back eventually.