I just remarked to The Husband that my writing mojo seems a little off this week. Not sure why. Recovering from the flu? Check. Too many other distractions on my mind, such as needing to get our house ready for the market? Check. A car with a dead battery? Check. The insanity going on in our political world, with House representatives trying to turn us into a developing nation? Check. This crazy winter weather that had us basking in 70 degree temperatures on Friday and while looking at forecasts with more snow for this week? Check. Some combination of all of the above? Check, check, and check.
It’s not just the writing – my reading mojo is a little off, too. You know how it is when you’re reading, and the books aren’t terrible, they’re actually quite fine, but yet they’re not knocking your socks off either? That’s the kind of reading phase I’m in. I want an escape, I want to be wowed, but I guess that isn’t all that realistic of an expectation, is it now?
Anyway. I’ll eventually snap out of this February funk, I promise. (And yes, the month does have a great deal to do with it. I really don’t care much for this month to begin with.)
This week I finally finished Lyndall Gordon’s Lives Like Loaded Guns: Emily Dickinson and Her Family’s Feuds. At 405 pages, this is not a breezy read (maybe that’s what I need to pull me out of my February funk, because this one took me half the month to read). Overall, I liked this one. The Dickinson family dynamics were fascinating, and even though it is a little more academic in places than I expected, it was a very good and intriguing book. It was just … long, and patience ain’t my strong suit these days.
Next up on my library pile was The Last Days of Ptolemy Grey by Walter Mosley. Now, there is not a single person (I swear) who has not loved this book. Bloggers whose opinions I respect greatly and whose tastes mirror mine have been singing the praises of this one. Me, with my sagging reading mojo? I am truly an island, because I just couldn’t connect with the characters or the storyline. I wanted to, I really, really did, but at 90 pages I returned this one to the library as a DNF, which disappointed me.
Honestly, I am the only person I know of (and I read a lot of blogs) who didn’t like this one. I hate when that happens, so I may give it another try another time.
So then I was thinking, okay, maybe I need to read a few shorter books right now, especially after the 405 page Lives Like Loaded Guns. Fortunately, I have several shorter works out from the library. One of them is Tinkers, the Pulitzer Prize winning first novel by Paul Harding. Again, as with Ptolemy, bloggers I adore (Nomadreader, Caribousmom) praise this one too. There are some definite similarities with the two – they both involve elderly men who are dying and reflecting back on their lives – but Tinkers is resonating more with me than Ptolemy, mainly because of the gorgeous, poetic writing. I’m really liking Harding’s writing in this one and will likely finish this one today.
How about you … are you in a February funk, with your reading or anything else for that matter? It can’t be just me, can it?
Thanks for sharing this post!