Picture this: I'm sitting in my new dorm room, and I've just finished reading a 30 page Aristotle essay, 25 pages about New Criticism, and multiple essays about feminism and intersectionality (Have I mentioned I love my women's studies class? I do). I finally have some free time! So I head over to my bookshelf and I... bypass it entirely and watch Netflix instead.
My classes this semester are so reading-heavy that I haven't been reading on my own that much (or at all, basically). I've just been staring at a book for two hours, so even if I really want to read a chapter or two of The Count of Monte Cristo, I can't make myself do it.
So, I guess I'm in what you could call a reading slump. Part of it is the classes, part of it is the feeling that I have to be socializing all the time, otherwise people will make friends without me (although, if they do, then I'd have more time for reading, so it's kind of a toss-up).
Basically, I've been wanting to read and also not wanting to read. The classic reading slump. And last weekend, it was--not broken, but definitely bent. I finished The Uncoupling by Meg Wolitzer. And it was enjoyable! I didn't like it as much as The Interestings, but it was definitely...interesting.
(Incidentally, my humor also seems to have gotten worse. Hmm.)
Another thing that helped me was reading non-classic books. GASP, I know. I love them too, guys. But if I'm spending my school time reading Shakespeare and Descartes, then the last thing I want to do in my free time is read more tiny print written hundreds of years ago. But when I get a break from all this homework, I'm coming back for The Count of Monte Cristo.
People here at college talk a lot about self-care, and for me, self-care is sometimes not reading. My eyes would be so bad if I read all the time. Of course, I'm still going to read. I just can't do it as much, especially with midterms and projects, etc. coming up. But don't worry. No matter what I'm doing, I'd still rather be reading.