The last few days have been really difficult for me. My reading time has been cut down to almost nothing, and I'm really eager to get to reading Divergent and several of the other new novels that I've picked up the last two weeks. My To-Be-Read stack is growing at an astronomical rate and I can't seem to stop buying books (since I'm a very naughty library user and tend to forget to take them back, therefore forcing me to purchase everything I want to read).
Every time I pick up a book in the last week, somebody starts to talk to me. I don't get alone time almost at all; there are three adults and a child living in my home and finding time to be alone is nearly impossible. Not that I want to be alone when I'm reading. I enjoy the company just fine, but I am inclined not to want to be interrupted by the constant chatter of the family around me.
It's worse because I'm reading Beautiful Creatures, which is a novel that I'm enjoying, but because it is so atmospheric (not quite like reading Anne Rice, but atmospheric enough that the setting is a key component in the book) it's difficult to become immersed in the world of Gatlin, South Carolina, when there are people trying to carry on a conversation with me. For this reason, I've been reading the book in short bursts, and have been finding it very difficult to "get into" the book.
This is a new problem for me. It's very rare that I enjoy a book that I can't get into. Usually if I enjoy a book I can't put it down and I read nearly constantly until I've finished it. I carry my Kindle with me all over the place because I read in the moments that I have available, devouring fiction like it's the bread I need to survive. I'm not getting that with this book, and I can't help but to wonder why.
I'm curious; How many of my readers have had this kind of problem before? Do you find that you enjoy a book that you can't get into, for whatever reason? Leave me a comment!
Photo is courtesy of Simon Cocks on Flickr.
Photo is courtesy of Simon Cocks on Flickr.

