just a thought

Has this ever happened to anyone? Yesterday I picked up Beverly Connor's book "A Rumor of Bones" that fits in with this month's choice of reading selections (an archaeological whodunit). I started reading it, and realized I just was simply not interested. Everything seemed so tame that I just couldn't do it. Normally I get to the end of the book before deciding something like this, but it came to me that I just didn't want to devote the time to something I knew I wasn't really going to enjoy. I wasn't sure why, but then I started thinking about all of those Scandinavian mysteries I've been reading (and to be fair, Forty Words of Sorrow by Giles Blunt) and realized how incredibly good they are -- very well written, gritty, realistic, and flawed characters (even the good guys) -- and I decided I've been ruined for mystery reading now. I think it's that I want more out of a book. So now I'm going to weed through that mountain of tbr pile of mysteries and pull out a bunch I seriously don't think I'm going to read. I know it sounds a bit snobby (and not meant that way at all), but I've hit some kind of plateau here and I can only go up from there. Book snobbery? I don't personally think so but who knows?