I’ve Lost My Reading MOJO

Books are a uniquely portable magic – Stephen King.

At the beginning of the year, I was storming through books like there was no tomorrow. I’ve read ten so far, but lately every time I go to pick a new book from my shelf, I find myself pulling away. It’s not that I don’t want to read. I do, and I have an everlasting list of new books growing in my head and on paper to prove it. It’s just that initial first page which I can’t get my head around.

I’ve always had a thing about starting new books. It’s bizarre. Usually, book dragons and bookworms alike crave the opening of a new book, pray they don’t break the spine from page one and adore the beginning of a brand new story. I do, too, but it’s getting to that point. Do you know what I mean?

During the first three months of the year, I made the time to read. I read a book on New Year’s Day; read another over the course of three days and finished quite a few books very quickly. Now, however, I just can’t seem to pick one up, let alone finish one, which I’ve already said…

There is a reason for this. The reason is I don’t want to lose my productive nature at the moment. I’m being very productive with my project, Instagram and I’ve started writing blog posts again after a weird mini hiatus, so I’m thrilled about that. It’s all well and good having goals and doing everything in your power to pursue them. However – and I’ve said this before – I don’t want to lose sight of making time for myself which means reading.

I’m sorry. This is a very rambly post.

I’m going to attempt to do a few things (by attempt I mean say I’ll do but probably won’t end up doing), and I’m going to list them because once it’s out there for the universe to see, it means a part of me has to do it…


I have a reading goal for the entire year which stares at me each time I look at my Instagram profile (multiple times a day, I’m not gonna lie); the number hasn’t gone up in quite a while – a month in fact – which makes me sad. The goal is thirty. I’m on ten (also said this before, sorry), so I’m making good progress. I might try to set a monthly goal of three or four, just to keep the book count ticking.


Actually do something about the goals that I set myself.


An hour a day doesn’t seem like a lot, does it? In reality, things happen which mean I end up running out of time, like everyone else. Even when it comes to ten p.m., if I’m working on something like a blog post, I can’t just switch off. It’s near impossible for me. For example, last week I was super duper productive; by the time, 11p.m. rolled around, I didn’t want to stop. I had to physically stop myself from carrying on as I was in work the next morning.


If I read more bookish blogs, then I’ll be inspired to read more incredible stories.

Have you ever found yourself in a reading rut? What did you do to get out of it?

Love, Faye xo


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