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i couldn't read anything long, not really, for the first month of this. i'd start a book and glaze over it, start another and feel my temples start to overheat. reading is my solace/ more or less compulsion so this felt completely bizarre and horrifying; then, tonight, i read.
at first it felt like homework and i...felt like my brain was broken????... but about 40 pages in it clicked back in and i guess i'm back on whatever reading bike i used to ride. i guess what i'm saying is if you lost your appetite for beloved books, force feed yourself?
i'm re-reading muriel spark's loitering with intent and that's what did it, btw
i also re-read her book girls of slender means; perhaps what i'm prescribing here is muriel spark
