I never thought I would see the day when I would find not one but two books that I could not get into enough to get past the first few pages. I think, in my whole life, this has only happened with one book ever (and it was a really bad, pretentious book - I brought it for light reading on a cruise and I deliberately left it in my stateroom because I didn't want to haul it back.)
Both books are new releases, and highly recommended, so I'm not sure why I can't read them. I'm only listing them here because I know that the books can't be bad and that I'm going to want to revisit them; "Buzz Aldrin, What Happened To You In All The Confusion" by Johan Harstad, and "Damascus" by Josha Mohr.
It simply can't be the books that are the problem; it has to be me. Benzo withdrawal must be affecting my mental state more than I thought it would, and if it is going to rob me of my love of books I'm simply not sure how I'm going to make it through the next year - for the most part my reading habit is all I have to keep me sane.
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