A dwindling love for reading.

This is more of a personal post of no great consequence or importance, but am I the only one who has been facing a painful loss for my love of reading?

I mean this is certainly not the first time that reading a book has been less than desirable to me in contrast to more entertaining past-times. But these days, especially this past year (2023) I have found myself desiring to read more. However, I can just never find the motivation to.

Whether it's classics like Anna Karenina or The Great Gatsby, or romance or fantasies, I just do not find myself willing to read them.

I mean, it started as a young child, year 6, when my love for reading fell as the digital counterparts for entertainment became more accessible to me: such as a tablet and phone where I could watch Youtube.

Once in highschool, God knows I stopped reading altogether: something that greatly bothered my parents who had watched me voraciously devour books since the age of 7.

Now in year 11, I feel this growing desire to get more into reading: perhaps because of the friends I have who do almost nothing in their spare time asides from reading; or the fond remembrance of the happy and wistful times when I would have so much fun engaging in a wonderful book. Or perhaps it is just the comforting and safe feeling I have when with a book I enjoy.

Despite all of this, reading has become so hard and tedious for me, even when reading a book that I do enjoy (right now I am reading Anna Karenina).

Perhaps the best thing to do would just be the brute force my way though it: once I've finished one book, perhaps I will be more eager to indulge in another.

Or maybe the trick is to find one that I'm interested in.

If anyone has any book recommendations for me, I would be very grateful. Romance and fantasy are books I love the most, and romantic classics (such as Jane Austen) also interest me.

Thank you so much for reading, and God bless.