The past June/July have been the most amazing ever. I’ve studied 25 hours a day till my head burst, went (underage but not illegal shh) clubbing with the craziest friends, then kicked off July with my last theatre production in high school. I FELT SO ALIVE.
But as all good things, they come to an end.
After all that ups and downs and turns and tipsies, recalling myself back to the mundane daily routine is the last thing I want to do. I’ve been sitting at home feeling all blue and miserable at the thought of sinking back into the same lackadaisical body. It’s like being a snuffed out candle. Where’s the brilliant eureka? Why am I stuck at the same spot doing the same things when something should have changed within me? WHY?
Okay. As you can probably tell by now, I’m having issues. And this glum has, inadvertently, affected my reading. I’m going into decay mode soon because OH CRAP, here comes another book slump. I can feel it. In fact, it’s already happening!! I’ve been changing cover after cover on my “Currently Reading” sidebar widget without adding any new books to my READ shelf. I’ve been picking up so many first chapters that I couldn’t invest myself in.
This feels absolutely horrible.
I’m not saying that reading is anything “mundane”, it is NOT. I still love reading, perhaps not the choices I’m making. I’ve been wondering what exactly I’m missing from the books I’ve recently read, and I really really really hate to face the conclusion.
I might not enjoy YA as much anymore.
It’s not like I’ve never paused my reading to deal with LIFE, and usually, after those busy days I could slip right back into my happy YA-loving-YA-reading routine. This time though, going back to YA books don’t feel like home. The characters don’t speak to me, the plot doesn’t make sense and many times, I catching my brain dozing off even as my eyes force themselves across the page. Instead, a tiny part of me is craving for something else. Something different.
I can’t pinpoint what went wrong between me and YA, yet something is certainly disparate now. Am I too saturated by the voice of sixteen, seventeen year olds? Have I lost the connection? Are the plotlines getting too similar? HAVE I OUTGROWN YA?!!
I don’t actually believe people outgrow YA. Young Adult dictates only the age of the main character, not the theme or depth or content or writing. Search up my archives and you would know that I’ve been blogging YA fiction books since a long long time ago, and I love it as much as I did then, if not more. There are great works of YA Literature out there worth ruminating over, and I’ve certainly come across some before! Books like Just One Day changed my perspective of carpe diem; Books like The Hunger Games haunted me for days; Books like Harry Potter… enough said right.
Maybe I’m just not picking up the right books…? Of the 7 YA books I’ve attempted to read in June, I put all of them down except Crown of Midnight because, EXCUSE, it’s Crown of Midnight!!! This DNF rate is too high to simply be an unfortunate incident of me picking up 6 lousy books consecutively.
Any advice? Being stuck in a book slump AND knowing that your favourite category of books isn’t so much favourite anymore… AHHH. MOST TERRIBLE FEELING. I could be wrong (and I hope I am). I want to read YA books, I want to enjoy them again, I want to pick up the momentum and start posting book related SPAZZ. It’s just not happening. I feel so bad for leaving the blog empty for so long, and I don’t want to fake the book love when I’m not actually feeling passion for the books. My thousand apologies.
Have you ever felt the same? Will there come a day when YA books won’t give the MORE that I wish for? Do people actually “grow out” of reading YA books? How have you gotten yourself out of a book slump? Recommended reads?