(if there are any of you still around, if not hi internet, how's it going?)
I've been a bad blogger. Actually, I've been a bad reader, and that's the root of the problem. We're over halfway done with February and I've finished a total of one book, and not even a particularly good book at that. I'm tired of every blog I finally get around to writing starting with "I'm sorry" and a list of excuses. In all honest I just haven't been able to really sink myself into a story. I'd pick up a book, read five pages, set it down, maybe spill some Diet Pepsi on it (oops!) and then do the same thing with the next tome.
It's taken me almost two months and an overwhelming feeling of restlessness and a little guilt to find a solution. Rereads. Now I'm not talking about my usually Harry Potter speed read that I seem to do every year without trying, but instead rereading those books I know I love but have left to gather dust on my shelf. In truth I wasn't sure if this was going to be enough to pull me out of this funk, but I looked through my shelves and picked up the first book that made my heart flutter. It's been two years since I've picked up Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close, and within half a page I knew my worries had been for naught. Less than 24 hours later and I can confidentially say that Foer's brought back my desire to plop down on my bed and read for hours.
Now who could resist that.
I shouldn't be surprised. After all JSF's novels have traveled with me from high school to this weird post college haze, and I've never for a second stopped loving them, and when I'm at my lowest of lows I know that a few pages from Extremely Loud can brighten my mood. Over the years I've fallen in love with a handful of authors, many of whom I return to when I'm feeling childish, or philosophical, or just a little angry but there's only one who I turn to when I'm sad and a little lost.
So, hopefully this marks my return to the blogosphere, and I'll try to have a few reviews up within the week. Thanks for sticking around!
