What kind of mood exactly, I have no idea. I have a basketful of brand new books and don’t want to read any of them. I’ve looked over my shelves so many times in the last day or so that I’m tired of doing that.Â
I did finally pick out one of Stephanie Laurens Bastion Club books, A Lady of His Own, just to have something in my hands but I honestly can’t say I’m actually happily rereading it. More picking it up when I have nothing better to do. Which is weird because Laurens tends to be my comfort read author nowadays.
The problem is that I’m not really in the mood for anything in particular and absolutely nothing is appealing to me on a whim either. This is apparently a huge downside to being such an eclectic reader. Too many choices available when nothing hits the spot in the first place. ;p