I started this book.. and it was wonderful. I mean incredibly, meaningfully wonderful.
While I’m reading it, I’m in love. I’m taking everything in. My heart hurts for its characters. I get angry over the circumstances. I cry over the loss.
Then I put the book down, come back to reality and I find myself.. not caring.
I’m left to wonder, do I actually enjoy this book?
The answer, I know, is yes because I’m flying through it. But I don’t feel it. I don’t feel anything.
What do you do when the books you’re reading are brilliant but you lose the connection as soon as you put them down?