Today’s Musing Mondays question asks, “How far along are you in your current read before you start thinking about what you’ll read next?”
Well. I suppose that depends on how good my current read is! For instance, right now I’m about halfway through I Am Half-Sick of Shadows, the new Flavia de Luce novel, which follows its predecessors in being droll, ridiculous, and also not terribly engaging. So I’m reading it in little chunks and pondering what to read next — am I ready for the weep-fest that The Fault in Our Stars promises to be? Is it time to finally get around to finishing The Revisionists? Should I start on the stories in A Study in Sherlock? I probably won’t actually make a decision until Flavia has solved the case, but I’m looking forward to a good read no matter what I pick!
The only time I might start thinking about my next book well before finishing my current one is when it’s book club time — that always seems to sneak up on me and then it’s a mad dash to find the book in the library and get it done, so I generally try to think to myself, “Okay, if I’m reading Flavia right now, and it’s taking me a while, I’m going to need to at least look at getting A Reliable Wife so I’ll have it in time for my in-person book club, but I can put off worrying about Zeitoun until my online book club friends figure out a date for us to meet.” My online book club friends know this last part to be true.
And of course sometimes there are those books that just prevent me from thinking about what I might read next, or in fact thinking about anything at all, like any of the Harry Potter books when they first came out, or The Likeness, or The Night Circus, to name a few. Then when I get done I’m like, “Oh, crap. What am I going to read next? Anything I read is going to suck compared to that! Stupid excellent book.”
How about you guys?