I have a good book to read. A really good book. Shattered Glass by Dani Alexander (in case you were wondering). But am I reading it? No. Instead, I'm re-reading favourite scenes from a beloved dark fantasy series...from two books in said fantasy series if I'm honest. It's like my level of interest in new and interesting is...zilch! Why? No idea. (It may be because At His Throat, A Promise blew me away and hit with with the emotional equivalent of a TKO, but...IDK.) I'm hoping I'll snap out of this phase tomorrow...at least I hope I do.
Has anyone else experienced this...lack of interest and, if so, how did you snap out of it?