Reading Standstill

Sometimes I get in a sort of reading funk. I haven't figured it out completely, but I notice it often happens when I'm content with my life. Shocking, isn't it? But in all seriousness, I read more when I'm in the mood for escape, when I'm a little fed up with how things in the real world are going, or when I'm avoiding a real-life responsibility. I'm not condoning that behavior, I'm just stating it as fact. So, naturally, when I'm content and enjoying my life, I find it less necessary to escape into a world of books. I still find books enjoyable, of course, but I feel a less weighty pressure to read, read, read and am able to slowly enjoy a good book. Therefore, I have a pile of books and not a huge desire to read them. It's unfortunate but not completely disastrous. That's why I didn't post my One Thousand Gifts on Monday and I haven't been updating my Goodreads tracker very often. It'll come together eventually. My desire to devour will renew, and I'll be back at it again. Until then, I'm reading this quote and nodding wisely. How true. "It is better to read a little and ponder a lot than to read a lot and ponder a little." - Denis Parsons Burkitt