Not another bite!

I tried to read the first volume of The Vampire Diaries. I really tried. And yesterday I gave up after 60 pages. I think part of me wanted to get back the feeling I got when I was reading the Sookie Stackhouse series. Instead, the book reminded me too much of the Twilight series (of which I read only book one but that one was more than enough). I don't need any more of that, it turns out.

I experienced a weird feeling when I closed the book - still not quite comfortable with abandoning books in which I invested more than an hour. There was a momentary hesitation, and an immediate necessity of a decision what to read next. Such a pleasant decision!

I landed on three things - Kazuo Ishiguro's Never Let Me Go and two books in Polish that just arrived in a lovely care package. I started all three and got between 100 and 60 pages in in all of them. Unusual for me recently - but I think I was overcompensating for abandoning The Vampire Diaries.

And I did enjoy switching the languages - for many years now I've been getting uncomfortable reading Polish, especially after a heaping dose of Eng lit. Somehow everything I read in Polish seemed like a bad translation from English all of a sudden. But I'm recovering now, and aside from occasional instances when I'm weirded out by some phrase in my native language, I can actually read in Polish without much displeasure. And I will continue, and I will continue mixing it up. Makes me feel good - like I speak languages and such. ; )