Sick of Reading

Okay, so I'm sure you can guess that I'm not really sick of reading. It's more of sick from reading. Every once in a while, I read too long in uncomfortable positions and give myself a multi-day tension headache. I'm just getting over one of these but I think I'm heading back to a headache by reading George Eliot's The Mill on the Floss. I get interested in the story of the two young siblings and their disfunctional extended family and then the book takes off on an overly descriptive tangent (like the current one I'm in about the history of the naming of St. Ogg) that bores me to tears.

I've already taken one break from reading this book and am now considering another. Two "breaks" seems like one too many as I am not someone who puts books down. I read one at a time and I read through them like I'm watching a movie. And it's not that I can't read books with tangents or philosophy and it's not that I can't read Eliot because I got through Middlemarch, it's just this book that seems more tedious than normal. Maybe this is just the wrong time in my life to read this book. I think I will set it aside and come back to it at a later point.

Now to decide what comes next ...

Indecisively,
K