Unmotivated Reader is Unmotivated.

I suck.

Plain and simple. 
I just…do. 
I haven’t been able to read much of anything aside from Something Like Normal by Trish Doller. I haven’t written anything coherent or mildly poetic in a long ass while as well.  As of this writing, I’ve read a total of 3 books. Three freaking books. I average about seventeen books a month! This is not happening. What is going on?

In my defence, real life is pretty hectic at the moment. Between taking on full and part time jobs and personal life in a proverbial blender, reading a book and reviewing hasn’t really been my idea of a good time for the last few weeks. So much so, that I’ve actually bowed out of ALL the blog tours I’ve signed up for the year so far. I had stops until May. But I really couldn’t fulfill any reading obligations at the present time.

When I start reading a book, my mind shifts and wanders to all the things I’m supposed to do at work and the incessant worry regarding my family. I just can’t turn them off. I’m suffering – my reading and reviewing is suffering. I’m also feeling a little like I’ve sold myself out a little. Lately, I’m a bit disillusioned with the blogging thing. I just feel like I’m not being true to myself anymore. I’d rather not elaborate on that any further for fear that I might hurt other people’s feelings. So let’s just leave it at that.

And that’s what’s going on.

Anyway. I thought I might as well post my book haul for the last two weeks. Sadly, even my usual trip to the bookstore does not offer any comfort. And that’s unfortunate.