books don’t really feel magical to me anymore, and it makes my heart hurt
hello dear friend, I’m a librarian and books also did not feel magical to me for a time. there were so many of them that I kind of became numb to literature, especially during weeding season.
but good news: they are now magical yet again.
these are just what helped me:
finding books I really liked, aka changing the genres I were reading it, bc it turns out I had outgrown them a bit
not telling anyone I was reading. not on goodreads, storygraph, instagram, nothing.
taking my time. not rushing the reading.
but most importantly: having deep, passionate discussions about books with other people. even books I hated. in book clubs or creative writing class didn’t matter. just surrounding myself with people to whom books are also magical.
it could be that you’re also burnt out and need some rest, or maybe to rethink what you want from books. but I care very much about literature, in a magical and a political sense, and I just wanted to give my two cents.
I think heartbreak can be in different ways other than your romantic partner breaking your heart.
Heartbreak is also leaving your first rental house in the innercity. Heartbreak is also separating and going on different jounerys from your roommate, knowing that you will never mix your lanudry and wear mismatched socks with her again. Heartbreak is pouring a glass of wine alone in an empty kitchen not full of memories, and hearing her in your head say “want a tickle?”
what are you even supposed to do when youre angry. cant scream at anyone cos im not a dick. cant break anything cos i paid money for that. cant rip my hair out cos i need it on my head. literally what now
