Need a Good Read

I was on a roll there for a long while. Book after book I read - all the way through. But now I seem to be at a standstill. I have the same number of books littering my nightstand only the one on top is not the one I go to on a regular basis. I find my mind wandering. I'll walk to my office - stand before the open doors of my oversized book case and shake my head. Nothing.

Not a thing entices me.

So I go back to the pile and I shuffle.

One of my favorite and least favorite things at once is finding a book I so relate to that it envelopes me. By day three I've nearly devoured it. And within a week, I'm done. Sad. Alone. At the end. The end of another magnificient read. But what next? Reread? I rarely do - unless it's for school.

Then the search beings again. The search for the perfect read. Characters I relate to, a plot that inspires me, a cadence that hums to me.

It's a tall order - but eventually I do find it again. Until - another end.