a readers worst nightmare.
not being able to pick up a book and read because you just can’t, you just can’t read.
This is actually a living hell for avid readers like myself. Usually.
The fact is that, right now, I just found out another form of reading slumps: the self-inflicted ones. This happens when you want to read, you can read, but you don’t want to suffer with the book because you’re so close to the end that you can’t see yourself finishing it.
And this is exactly where I am.
I found a book that I thought would be perfect, a true exemplification of my life and my love in words. I found two characters that made me fall deeply in love with their story. And now I can’t let them go. I have literally 12 pages left on the book but I just CAN’T.
Somebody help me!