What Makes You Stop Reading?
I've had difficulty deciding what to blog about this month. This is something that happens to me every so often. The last time... last year, I defaulted to a Top 10, which turned into a whole string of them. So not doing that again this month. Instead, I'm going to chat about writing and reading. More precisely, about writers and readers. Actually, about one writer/reader in particular. Myself. Y'all know I'm a slow snail writer. I'm a slow reader, too, especially when I'm reading a good novel. I love to take my time and mosey through the story reading it at my own speed. I rush through some pages and linger over others, often reading them more than once. I read all kinds of novels by all kinds of writers. Currently, I'm reading a new novel by a well-known NYT bestselling author who writes mostly suspense thrillers. Everything was fine until a little before the halfway point. The chapter d-r-a-g-g-e-d. I thought I would never get through it. It contained a