It happens every time. I devour the first book and immediately start on the second. About 1/3 of the way in, I slow down my pace. At 2/3 of the way in, I realize that I haven’t even picked the book up in 3 days and the thought of sitting down to read it fills me with dread. Happens every time.
I have the stalled-on-the-second-book-in-the-trilogy-blues!
How to get motivated again? To tell myself that I always like the second book better (yes, even New Moon was my fav of that bunch) and that perhaps I’m stalling so that I can drag it out and delay getting to the end? Perhaps. I won’t believe myself, but it sounds good.
I will say one thing. My nasty habit of reading the last few pages has screwed me on this particular book. If you’ve read it, you know why. I wish I hadn’t. Like Sheldon Cooper said, “…….my mind is going into it pre-blown, and once a mind is *pre*-blown, it cannot be *re*-blown.” Touché Sheldon Cooper. Touché.