Yet more trouble with reading
No, I don't mean having trouble with reading - I'm having trouble finding good stuff to read. I want books that absorb me into their world completely. I want to feel that nothing else matters except the story I'm reading. I want to find books (just one would do for a start) that make me feel that I don't want to do anything else but revel in their story. But the more I look, the more difficult it becomes to get this feeling. I want the outside world to stop. I want the only thing that matters to be between the pages of a book. And I want to stretch out on my leather settee (it could do with being a bit longer actually because I'm 1.85 metres or 6'1" in old money) and read beside my open fire during these cold dark nights. How is it that with so many books being published these days, so little interests me? I went to the library today and nothing appealed. In these circumstances, how can I realistically expect to go into a bricks and mortar b...