I am stalled.
I hate this feeling. I love when I am deeply involved in a book and can't wait to get home to read it, or to have a few extra minutes in a waiting room or during my kids' ballet class so that I can finish just a few more pages. Right now, however, I am stalled.
I just finished a very depressing book – A Thousand Splendid Suns – so I am in need of something light. Desperately. Wench, which I started a few weeks ago and like quite a bit, is too heavy. I am reading Bossypants but not loving it. Perhaps because it's non-fiction, I just can't get into it. It's funny and light, but it's entirely forgettable. So this weekend, I am vowing to start something and lose myself in it so that I can get back on track. I was averaging 4-5 books a month this year, but that pace has slowed considerably in the past week, due to this darn rut.
Books I am considering: 29 by Adena Halpern, I Think I Love You by Alison Pearson. Anyone got a light, fiction recommendation for me?