Skip to main content

Book Drift

Perhaps it's the season. We're well into summer, QVC just hosted their Christmas in July weekend, it's hoter than Hades in most parts of the country, and we're at the point when autumn is starting to look pretty enticing, but we're not yet ready to get out of the pool. I think the word I'm looking for is: ennui.


 [ahn-weeahn-wee; Fr. ahn-nwee]   
a feeling of utter weariness and discontent resulting from satietyor lack of interest; boredom: The endless lecture produced anunbearable ennui. (credit:


I'm sure that the manifestation of this state takes on many different forms. For me, it has manifested into a troubling state that I call book drift.

As you know, I am an avid patron of the Evergreen Library. I constantly use their online catalogue to order books that I want to read. The source of my constant wish list comes from conversations with my sister-in-law Kathy during our monthly phone marathons, from reviews I've read online, from reviews on Larramie's blog The Divining Wand, or from Keetha's monthly review of books she's read in the past month. In other words, I'm never without a large list of books that I'm either waiting for or have arrived and are waiting in a stack on my nightstand. Which is usually an embarrassment of riches, for which I'm grateful.


Over the past month, I've found myself picking up and discarding book after book. Unable to become ensnared by the more substantial books on my reading list, I've resorted to reading short, easy reads: romances and cozy mysteries. Which I love, in moderation. But the more substantial fare I usually enjoy has been tossed aside and ultimately returned to the library unread. 

Take for instance, the book picture above: Alice I Have Been. I've had this book for so long, I actually had to renew it once. I began reading it about a month ago. I got twenty pages in, and put it down. I read four other romances/mysteries in between and actually had it in my book bag to return to the library, but decided to give it another go since it has received so many glowing reviews. 

I'm now making progress, perhaps by sheer stubborn determination to finish the book. But the book still has not captured me. This morning instead of picking up Alice, I started reading The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society. 

I wonder why this general malaise has beset me. Is it simply the season or something else? Is my mind so occupied with the job hunt and housing prospects that I can't focus, much less enjoy, more substantial reading?

What say you? Have you ever hit a reading jag where nothing you picked up seemed to fit the bill? Where you were unable to read as prodigiously as you'd like?


larramiefg said…
Books debut or released by season for a reason. I read Alice's ARC in early December and was fascinated. The paperback edition comes out in early winter.

Popular posts from this blog

Women are Highly Esteemed in the Eyes of This Man

I enter the sanctuary of Our Lady of Peace Church and my eyes adjust to the dimmed lights as the only illumination comes from candles on the altar and their glowing reflection in the monstrance holding the Blessed Sacrament.
My friend and I had come to join the Mary and Martha’s quarterly meeting which started with an hour of Adoration.
I took my seat in one of the pews, knelt, and surreptitiously glanced around the sanctuary. In the gloaming, I could see thirty other women kneeling like sentinels in silent prayer. 
Over the course of the hour, we would remain in contemplative silence.
As I slipped in and out of my prayers and wandering thoughts, I considered how pleased God must be when he sees us gathered in the simple and divine act of Adoration.
But in fact, women are highly esteemed in God’s sight not matter where we are. 
We only look at the life of Jesus Christ to understand how dearly he cherishes every woman.
In the Gospel of Saint John, a group of men bring a woman caught i…

When our spirit hungers

The precocious toddler’s interest in talking to her mother grew in insistence as the gathered group settled in for an hour of silent prayer. Shushing didn’t work, so the mother led her child into an adjoining room where she would still be part of the sanctuary, but sound would be dampened. Despite the closed door and heavy glass walls, the child’s fervent desire to speak with her mother was still audible.
I said a prayer for the patient mother determined to stay, and for the child who was either tired or hungry or impatient for Mom’s undivided attention. And then tried to bring my wandering thoughts back to prayer. I had come to Adoration with my own pressing need for answers.
Over the past few weeks I’ve noticed a growing emptiness in my heart. A void, as if something is missing. It’s not psychological. Not physical. After doing an internal check, I determined it’s a spiritual void that I’m experiencing.
No, I’m not doubting God, his existence or goodness. I have full confidence in…

If you are tired of the guilt trip you usually feel at church, here’s a different perspective

I am counting the days until I fly to Fort Lauderdale to see Mom for Christmas. Yes, I speak with her every day, sometimes twice a day. But as you know, phone calls just aren’t the same as being with someone you love. I look forward to seeing Mom’s smile, to holding her hand, to going for a drive along the beach with her. Spending time in the presence of someone we love enriches our relationship with them.
I believe the love I feel for Mom, is a sliver of what God feels for each of us. I believe God longs to share that love with us. Which is why we are called to spend time in God’s presence daily. We experience God’s presence when we meet him in our prayers, in church, and hopefully in one another. If I could make one wish for each of us, it would be that at some point during the next four weeks of Advent we would experience how much Jesus loves us.

The Best Christmas

During my morning devotions, I read these two verses of Psalm 117:
Praise theLord,all you nations;
extol him, all you peop…