Biggest reading slump ever.

Where have you been?

I cannot, for the life of me, pick up a book. I am aware that I have not written a review in more than two years, my fault, I was just oh-so-consumed by college and life that I forgot reading, you know, my favorite hobby since I was 9 years old, existed. But oh well, this is an attempt to pick up the habit again, hoping somehow to be consumed by a divine grace that lets me enjoy reading for fucking once. 

So, have I really not read a single book since November 2020? That seems unprovable, and it is. The truth is, I've read exactly twelve books since that date and every single one of them was less than 400 pages long and didn't require much thinking to get through it. I could blame all this on "A Little Life", I really could, but it wouldn't be fare. The thing is, I enjoy reading, I always have and always will, life has just been sucking more than usual lately and I can only stomach to read literature that is fluffy and cute, you know? opposite to my reality. 

Anyways, you might be wondering: why is she coming to this place of all places to vent? Well, I truly want to get back on track and this is the best way to peer pressure myself to do it; there's no other way to put it, I need to get my shit together and start enjoying my hobbies again. 

An image of one of my country's beautiful landscapes.