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Over the last few years, most of my reading has been books I& #39;ve been *really* excited about -- excited enough to buy shortly after release.
This meant I didn& #39;t spend a ton of time reading, but that was fine, I had other things to do.
Pandemic changed that, of course.
This meant I didn& #39;t spend a ton of time reading, but that was fine, I had other things to do.
Pandemic changed that, of course.
During pandemic, I hooked my e-reader up to my library card and started churning through books at my old high-school pace.
This means I& #39;ve been reading a lot of things by authors I haven& #39;t heard of, things I& #39;ve seen recommended just once by a friend or a twitter thread, etc.
This means I& #39;ve been reading a lot of things by authors I haven& #39;t heard of, things I& #39;ve seen recommended just once by a friend or a twitter thread, etc.
And... Gosh I& #39;d forgotten just how many bad books there are out there?
Like, I was really excited to find a bajillion new authors and new series. And I& #39;ve stuck with my "non-white or non-men" preference for authors, to bring variety to my white-male-dominated genres.
Like, I was really excited to find a bajillion new authors and new series. And I& #39;ve stuck with my "non-white or non-men" preference for authors, to bring variety to my white-male-dominated genres.
But I just keep being disappointed. Over and over I keep picking up highly-recommended books and coming out the other side feeling... well, nothing. They don& #39;t thrill me, exhilarate me, make me cry or laugh... they just pass the time. And poorly, at that.
