Reading Slump

Reading for me is like filling in an empty bucket.


Let me elaborate.

The empty bucket would be the exact measure of how many feels I could take. It's the spot I've allotted for reading. That space in my heart for fictional characters. That space in my mind for fictional events. That space in my time to waste.

The water, or whatever liquid you imagine pouring in, will be the books.

I read and I fill a quarter.

I read again to fill half of the bucket.

Until I read another.

This time, it would be something that would overflow the bucket. Finding the right book. Finding my next favorite book.

Read.

Indulge.

Fangirl.

That's when the bucket gets full.

That's when it overflows.

That's when I stop.

That's when I take a break.

Like I am on a break now.

A reading slump as some people refer to it.

I read two, three, four good books, until I find the best one yet.

I wait.

Wait until there is no more excess water.

Wait until I'm in the mood to start over.

Read to fill another quarter.

Read to fill half of the bucket.