I haven’t been able to read in months. My ability to make sense of marks on pages is failing. I’ve tried audiobooks, I’ve tried books by my favorite authors, and I’ll read one line or as far as one page and without pausing to think, I see myself grabbing my phone and open the pink app, refreshing the page like a slot machine where my only prize is another item to purchase. My eyes tire from the blue light and the hasty entertainment in the form of brusque video and incessant interactions with strangers, but my soul can’t handle any more depth than a new recipe, or a designer shoe, hydrating skin care emollient. I can’t allow an author, a character, to remind me of my grief, my broken heart to prevent the inevitable drowning.
Emma,
I love your writing. Thanks for sharing. Right now I am reading:
The Making of a Biblical Woman - How the Subjunction of Women Became a Gospel Truth
Codependent No More: How to Stop Controlling Others and Start Caring for Yourself
Thanks for sharing your reads with us. Keep writing it is awesome