I have a love/hate relationship with choosing a new book to read. It is both exhilarating and nerve-wracking.
It is a lot like starting a new relationship. Which is probably why I’m so noncommittal when it comes to both.
This book seems like a good choice. Pretty standard plot–fulfilling, but with nothing too surprising awaiting. I don’t hate the cover. I could see myself re-reading this and enjoying it when I’m 60 or 70.
But this other book is flashy and exciting. I bet it’s a real rollercoaster. Unexpected twists and turns. Danger. Adventure. And I really, really like the cover. That’s the best title I’ve ever seen! I could probably read it in one night.
No, no, no. Better go the safe route. Option A. The Timeless Classic. Can’t go wrong there, right?
But what if halfway through I get bored? I mean, really bored? What if the story gets so stale I can’t even finish it? Then I’m stuck halfway in the middle of something with all this time invested. No time to start a new book….still curious what happens in the first book, but not enough to pick it up again…
What to do?!
Yeah. Imagine what I go through with writing projects. The metaphor there is actually worse, if you can imagine that.
But, I suppose I’m still young.
And, much like a fine wine, I will probably sit on a shelf until it’s too late.
I better just pick a fucking book already. This was still about books right?
The Given Day by Dennis Lehane
Boneshaker by Cherie Priest
Specimen Days by Michael Cunningham
Something Else Entirely by Random Author.