I just wanted to apologize for breaking up with you. And I wanted to say: it's not you. It's me.
See, I had just finished reading the Harry Potter series for the first time and I was having a hard time moving past that very intense relationship. Because of that, I had very little patience for books that didn't hook me from the very first page.
Maybe I should have taken a break from reading after the intensity of Harry Potter. It was my fault, really, for getting involved again so soon. But taking a break from reading just felt so . . . . blasphemous.
When you didn't suck me in from the very beginning, I tried my best to trudge along in the hopes that things would get better. I really did. I thought that maybe I could force the chemistry and maybe I would find myself completely addicted.
Eventually, I just had to face the fact that I was just bored. There was no chemistry, no fire. But I promise: it's not you, it's me.
You are meant to be read and meant to be enjoyed and meant to be loved. And judging by the Goodreads ratings for some of you, there are a lot of people who do love you.
Maybe I will try again with you guys one day when I am in a better place. Maybe I won't. But please know that my impatience with slow beginnings and my lack of attention has nothing to do with you.
Have you ever had to break up with several books in a row?