Or, rather, how readers feel when they’re in a reading slump. Eh – whatever. I’m sure you got the idea.
First, you feel a little trapped. You feel like you should finish the book, but after several more pages of anguish and angst and general craptastic reading times, you wish you’d busted out of that sitch a long time ago. You wish you’d –gasp– DNFed the thing. Somebody may have tried to warn you, your own instincts maybe, but you didn’t listen, did you? Nuh uh!
Finally! You’re free! But you started another book, and another, and they’re just not working for you either. The feelings of anguish and angst aren’t going away. You have strange inclinations of rolling on the floor and clutching your hair after tossing the book at the dog to chew on. You are probably getting rug burn.
You’ve done your part, you really have. You’re on book ten and it’s all feeling like utter crap on toast, these reads. Anguish and angst are in the initial stages of morphing into full-on anger and resentment. Suddenly, your favorite color is no longer serene blue, it’s red hot….red! The urge to bite something is strong. Your current uneventful reading choice looks tasty. You wrestle it away from the dog.
Life is beginning to have no meaning. You see strange visions and things that aren’t really there. At this point, people who “care” about you are doing what they call “interventions”, but their words have no meaning, only their kaleidoscope eyes enrapture you now.
You hit rock bottom. But this means you finally get some sleep. It is the sleep of the exhausted, the oppressed. The clinically insane. You twitch from time to time.
When you finally wake up, someone will have done this to you. But you only have yourself to blame.
But then something mysterious (and remains mysterious forevah and evah) happens…and you start to pull through! You clean up all the torn book pages the dog has gone through. The place is starting to look a lot like a reading den again. You even make coffee and bake yourself some treats.
You start another book and within a couple of chapters, you feel the ‘ole spark. This could be the one! You start to feel…a little invincible.
Soon you are done with a book and you liked it SO SO MUCH! It might be the BEST BOOK EVER! NO — IT IS. This FEELING, it’s like….like dogs and cats living together in the happiest world ever imagined! Everything feels new and fresh and tastes 100% better than the cheesecake and burritos you consumed for nourishment during your two month tap dance through reading hell.
Congratulations! Enjoy your HEA.