I’ve read a lot of books lately that have been disappointing. Even ones that have 4 or 5 stars from me are just not making me love them to the extent that some books in the past have. Where’s the passion? Where’s the book I can’t put down? Where’s the book that I want to read again as soon as I finish it (although I won’t unless it’s December 30, because book count)? I want to feel that passion and not just be in love with the cover or the concept or the author.
I want to feel like I did after reading the Harry Potter books the first time, the Fire and Thorns series, The False Prince (but not necessarily it’s sequels).
What exactly I want is to feel the way after I finished reading The Selection, that book that I saw all the faults of, but couldn’t put it down. I read the beginning and couldn’t wait to download it, then read it overnight, then sang its praises over the internet (even while mentioning its faults).
Why can’t I feel like that anymore?
I just want to find the one. The book. It can’t be this hard to find love, can it?
Lots of love,