Thanks to otherwordly on Tumblr, I introduce to you the finifugal mentality that I’ve been swimming in lately. Over the past two years I have been accumulating 1,001 Young Adult novels in my virtual library, and I have fallen victim to the end-of-a-series/novel doldrums.
Sunday night I finished the Delirium series by Lauren Oliver.
I will have a full review of Pandemonium & Requiem, but here is my review from long ago of Delirium. Thankfully, Ms. Oliver swopped in to save me from the finifugal, vise grip of death that I was suffering from when I completed Unravel Me, the sequel to Shatter Me by Tahereh Mafi.
Last night I scrolled through the pages of my Kindle app, hopefully, desperately seeking the next novel that I simply HAD TO READ. It was nowhere to be found. Does that mean that all of the titles represented subpar writing? Of course not, but in my delusional state of conclusional satisfaction there would be no book that could come next and be given a legit opportunity for me to see past page five. This has happened to me exactly four other times. They are listed below in least to greatest sense of “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
4. The Hunger Games series
3. Looking for Alaska by John Green
2. Shatter Me series
1. The Fault in Our Stars by John Green
The good news is that I am one of the few who can get
as much satisfaction from rereading a novel as I do from the first time; scratch that! I can achieve a consistent 95% satisfaction rate from rereading a novel as I did from the first time. However, I must allow myself at least a one-novel buffer in between novelcations, the trip that you take into the world of a novel that gives you relief from your own worrisome existence.
Right now, I am not sure where my literature life will take me; I have dozens if not hundreds of titles to choose from to begin. I am hoping to break freak from my finifugal mopes before the day is over. This may mean that I cleanse my palette with a little John Green. Will keep you updated, as I’m sure you wait with breath that is baited.