I reread some books because I was just... in the mood for those particular stories. Now everything I've tried to read seems to fall short in some way. I'm not in the mood to read about two people deny they want to be together while everything they say and do indicates otherwise. And I'm not in the mood to try to follow a dozen different teenagers talk for 50 pages. Nor am I in the mood to read about Mary Sue having to move to a new town and crush on a hot boy at school while trying to figure out why mysterious things are happening. I'm not in the mood for sensualized vampires or overbearing alpha werewolves.


Of course, I don't know what I am in the mood for, either.


There are only so many times I can reread Harry Potter in one six-month period, though.