I hit a pretty bad reading slump as summer turned to autumn this year. I had a stack of books I’d read a few pages of and then put aside. I hated every audiobook I attempted. And then my mind took over and turned this experience into a nightmare. I present to you: Thoughts I had during my latest reading slump, accompanied by overdramatic gifs.
What if I never read again?
Who am I without my mountains of books?
What if reading isn’t really part of my identity? What if it was all fake?
What are my Instagram followers going to think?
What am I going to do with all these books?
How will I ever catch up to my TBR that keeps growing while I can’t read?
But never fear. I’m reading again. For now.