Nothing I have picked up to read since finishing Katherine Howe’s novel The Physick Book of Deliverance Dane has grabbed me. I don’t honestly know what I want to read, and I’m not having much luck. I am feeling kind of blah. I am wondering if part of it is that I really want to write something, but I feel that I don’t have any ideas I want to explore right now. It’s a bit of a depressing state to be in.
I have also been listening to Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince read by Jim Dale in my car, and if nothing makes you feel like you wish you were creative, Harry Potter will. I am not asking to write the next Harry Potter. I just want to come up with a solid idea, and I want to find a book to enjoy. It’s maddening. I started The Crystal Cave. It’s about Merlin, for crying out loud: one of my favorite characters ever! And I can’t get going with it!
I keep thinking I should try Neil Gaiman’s book American Gods since the guy at the counter in Barnes and Noble liked it so much he was ready to go find it on the shelves for us. Steve is reading Fragile Things (or he was) and the two other Gaiman novels I read were enjoyable: funny fantasy with some moments that made me think of J. K. Rowling. Or maybe I should just pick up something by Jasper Fforde, which I know I’ll like.