Night Storm... and A Brooding Book Slump

Battling a roaring headache at the moment but we shall try to get this done, shan’t we. Earlier today, I finished a book and it’s safe to say that it may just mark the beginning of yet another book slump for the year.

I was replying this to a post. I’m not quite sure whose anymore. But I was talking about possible causes of a book slump. One of them which could be a very good book. A book so amazing, and yet so emotionally exhausting, you are left completely drained of all thoughts or feelings, and frankly at the moment you can’t fathom the possibility of another book getting to you like the masterpiece you read. So quite naturally, you fall into a slump.

The second one, which I think applies or may apply to my current case is when you read a very bad book. A book that leaves you bereft of all emotions, simply because it was just that terrible a book. I think it’s worse (again, as in my case) when you had a lot of great expectations and high hopes for the book concerned, and now you feel robbed in some way cause it failed to meet those expectations.

This is how I currently feel after reading Night Storm. I talked about it in the last post I wrote in this community of my comfort book. This book is the third book in the Night trilogy written by the same author. As an e-book reader, sometimes you face situations where you wonder if the book is bad because it really is bad, or maybe because you downloaded a wrong copy.

I can’t say what exactly the case is in mine, but I was blown out of my mind. It felt like a race. A bad race. You know that type where you just see people suddenly running out of the blue and you have to run as well, without knowing why you’re running. That’s how I felt. Like I was being chased and running for no reason. Because where was the book rushing to?

At several points, I had to pause and confirm to see that I’d not mistakenly skipped a few pages. Things were moving too fast. Far too fast for comfort. And it doubly hurts when you realize that the book is supposed to be under the category of slow burn. Very steamy and needlessly so, in my opinion. In a way, it still had a few of its features but generally, and even at crucial moments, things seemed to skip at an alarming rate and I’m wondering what exactly happened.

A statement I made the most as I read this books was, “What? When did we get here?” It is what it is, though. I loved the general storyline but didn’t care too much for the characters. The male lead was witty enough, as was the female...a bit. But it still didn’t do it for me like the second book in the trilogy. Misogynistic statements every few lines was hard to get through. But I had to understand what era this was, and pray that the denouement promised some form of just resolution to every sexist statement made in this book.

All these to say that I’m not going to allow myself be stressed by this book. I already detest the fact that this is the first book I’m reading this year, starting my book year to a terrible start. But I’m determined to make it work somehow. Last year’s book slump was out of this world and I genuinely have a goal to meet, even though I’m poised to take everything in stride. Goal or not. Zero pressure this year.

Let us see how it goes, though. I may be back with another Nigerian/African book from the shelf because I’m already missing that sense of community that accompanies reading these books. But I’m yet to pick out definitely which one yet, but we’ll see. How is your book year going to be like? Have you made any plans towards it or you’ll be swinging it like I’ll be doing?

Jhymi🖤

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