Did I read a single thing on my TBR list for February?
YES! But … only one. Pay The Piper by George A Romero and Daniel Kraus.
Much as I am a mood crocheter, I am a mood reader.
As you can probably tell by the lack of posts throughout February on all platforms, I was in a deep funk throughout February. Someone in the family passed away. I kept picking up germs here and there. I would buck one and another one would smack me down.
It wasn’t until the last week of February that my energy levels started to level back up and I was able to apply myself to anything at all during that time.
I thought I didn’t read anything at all during February. My original goal, as it always is, was to read five books.
What I read:
The Haunting Of Hill House by Shirley Jackson
Pay The Piper (as I said above)
Episode Thirteen by Craig DiLouie
My Sister, The Serial Killer by Oyinkan Braithwaite
Incidents Around The House By Josh Hallerman
I did manage to get the books themselves logged into my reading journal, but I have not yet written my thoughts for each books nor given each book a rating of any sort.
Now, I said earlier in this post that I am a mood reader.
Had I not been struck by what I am calling the “backlash malaise” — which is the response I anticipated after January and reading all the books via the Libby app and not picking up my books in hand copies of the books I wanted to read.
Now, I love Libby with a passion. After rejecting a couple of books, as in I cancelled the hold once the book arrived and I looked at it, I went through my entire hold list and deleted over half of it.
The books I deleted were book challenge books and books that had been recommended by one Booktuber or another.
I am in NO WAY bashing anyone or any book either.
I knew pushing an agenda that was not my own, especially where books are concerned, would cause some sort of backlash. Typically this backlash is a refusal of my brain to savy up the words in front of me and for me to DNF book after book after book…and I didn’t want that to happen.
Hence, deleting a bunch of holds and slogging my way through Pay The Piper.
The book is not to blame for my slogging. Between grief and being sick, I could not focus. I loved the main character Pontiac with all my heart and wish there would come more stories from and about her…but, alas, no such luck.
I could have read this book, in my normal frame of mind, in a day or two. But I didn’t. It took me so long…but at least I felt as if I were in the bayou back in Louisiana, which made me happy.
Hopefully, March will be a better month. I will keep you updated.