I've been in a reading rut. I have 25 books on my shelf that I've acquired in the last two months — all of them free but one. I try to branch out and read books that I normally wouldn't pick up. I started doing this about three years ago and have found new loves for different genres. My latest love has been for memoirs and biographies. But there has to be a point when you decide to give up on the book that just isn't doing it for you and shelf it for a later time. But when is that?
Once you've had those experiences of getting totally lost in a book and can recall the time when you read it, it's really hard to find another book that can do the same.
I want to read all of these books on my shelf — someday. But I need something to stir up my reading emotions again. So I go back to my first love: dystopian fiction. This is George Orwell's 1984, The Hunger Games series, Lois Lowry's The Giver to name a few.
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