Ever since I finished the last novel that I was reading, I have been at an impasse.  No matter what I do, I have not been able to get into my next novel…and, it has nothing to do with the second one.  This is not the first time that this has happened to me, generally, it occurs after I have completed an exceptionally great novel.  So, what do I do?

I’ve tried it all: reading another piece by the same author, picking a different genre, alternating with a classic, leafing through fashion magazines (I’ve recently discovered that, with the exception of my beloved Vogue, I find most magazines boring), I’ve even taken breaks from reading altogether.  Bottom line, none of these always work because they’re not what I crave.  It’s frustrating, when all you want to do is relax with a novel, but…you just can’t bring yourself to do it. 

Enter two things.  The first, is that I have now given that novel to two people and, have forced them to read it, so that I can continue to vicariously read it along with them, whist they bring up different parts for discussion; discussing literature is almost as much fun as reading it.  I have to admit though…I am a bit jealous of them, because I want to actually be reading it and experiencing it, but this is the next best thing.  The second thing is that now, since Vogue has just come out, I think I will be able to distract myself enough to then be able to pick up my new novel again.   But unfortunately, sometimes, the only thing that works is time.

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