I’ve never been very good with New Year’s resolutions. Either I start off strong and quit a few weeks in, or I keep saying I’ll start in a few days and then I never do. Recently, I’ve entered a pretty extensive reading slump where no book I’ve read has really excited me to the point where I just couldn’t put it down. So, when it came time to think over New Year’s resolutions, I decided that I would try to make an effort to branch out in terms of the genres I normally read. Since it’s now February, you can probably guess I haven’t done that yet… so here I am writing this as not only a venting session of sorts but also as a way to hold myself accountable.
One thing you should know about me is that I’m someone who doesn’t like change. I can get very stuck in my ways if I’m not pushed outside of my comfort zone. That habit has even extended towards the types of books I find myself drawn towards.
The Hunger Games was the series that really made me love reading. Before that, I saw it as a chore where I had to read a certain amount of pages for school and then I could go back to watching TV. Once I was thoroughly obsessed, I made it my personal mission to read all things dystopian because if I loved The Hunger Games, then I’ll love them all right? Wrong. By the millionth dystopian series, I became very familiar with the patterns and tropes of the genre. Authoritarian government? Check. Fight for survival? Check. Love triangle? Ugh…unfortunately… check. The stories became predictable to me and I was able to see where the story would ultimately go, so I just wasn’t interested in reading it anymore.
After that, I moved on to fantasy with The Mortal Instruments. You can probably guess what happened next. Now, I’ll admit this genre took longer before it started to get repetitive, but like clockwork the curse struck again. Maybe I’ve picked bad books, but every single one I bought seemed to be ripped off another series that did the same story but only better.
The fantasy books I’ve read recently have all started strong, but then as it keeps going my interest starts dwindling to the point where I only read a few chapters a night while my phone is charging. No book has really captured my attention and made me want to read in the dark (yes, I’ve done that. And yes, I am using it as a way to measure how much I like a book). I’d rather watch random YouTube videos than read, which is just sad for me.
Am I just losing my passion for reading? That is just a terrifying thought because, since I discovered The Hunger Games in seventh grade, it has been an integral part of my life. I want my passion back and I’m willing to try anything to reignite it. So, with the mentality of not having too much of a good thing, I’ve decided that this year I’m going to mix in new genres every once in a while so that I’m not reading fantasy after fantasy or dystopian after dystopian in hopes of avoiding the inevitable boredom.
Now I try to rationalize that I need to finish the books I already have before I buy new books. I know, and if you made it this far then you probably know too, that this is just an excuse. I’m just going to bite the bullet and go for it. I’m ordering a new book today and you can’t stop me!
Do you have any good book recommendations for me? Let me know in the comments down below!
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