I have a problem. It’s not a new problem. In fact, it’s one that’s been haunting me for the better part of this year. It is painful. I am suffering.
I have lost my reading mojo.
Has anyone seen it? If so, could you send it back?
Now, don’t get me wrong – I have read some frankly AMAZING books this year. City of Mirrors (Justin Cronin), A Dangerous Crossing (Rachel Rhys, out next year), The Trouble with Goats and Sheep (Joanna Cannon). These books have managed to punch their way through my brain’s ennui and take hold. But that kind of absorption and thrill has been really tough this year. I am ashamed to say that I have given up on many books which, in a different time, I would have loved.
This is the removal of my voice, the tugging away of that which I use to cope. In a frankly stressful year, my ability to escape my world and side step into another has vanished. Which only makes things more stressful. And I’m not sure how to get it back. First, I blamed the writing. Then I blamed the editing. Now? Now, I’m not sure what to blame. I only know that I miss my reading mojo so much. And that without it, I do not feel quite myself.
So, reading mojo, if you are out there, if you are listening, I miss you. Please come back. I promise I’ll never take you for granted again.
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Emma Kavanagh 