It’s not you—it’s me.

So, I’ve been feeling a bit guilty about not posting any book recommendations lately. I assure you I have been reading. Unfortunately, most of the books didn’t seem right for a post. Several weren’t the right genre for this blog. One was SFR, but the latest in a series I’ve already posted on previously. The newest book was a good fit in that series. Enjoyable, but not different enough to rate its own post. Two others were SFR, but by an author I’ve posted on recently and it didn’t seem right to swamp you all with multiple posts on the same author. Usually, if I like one book by an author I’m going to like their other books. Usually…but not always.  And that leads me to the remaining group of books I recently read but sadly cannot recommend.

Ever pick up a book by an author you adore only to be disappointed? I’ve been getting that a lot lately. It has gone way past a mild meh sort of reaction to a deeply disappointed why-did-I-waste-hours-of-my-life feeling. So, how does this happen? Does a brilliant author have the occasional bad book? Probably, but the run of disappointments led me to take a look further…at myself. Can a reader’s mood color their read of a book? Must be possible. I know I’ve picked up the same book years apart and had very different responses, but I think that is more about inner growth and change.

Jayne at RWA 2010

So, did I just stumble across my favorite authors’ proverbial bad-apple book or was it me? Has my mood been getting in the way? It could be a bit of both mood and bad luck. Just in case it was that my mood needed some adjusting, I fell back to my comfort read author, Jayne Anne Krentz/Amanda Quick/Jayne Castle. It took a bit to fall deeply into the book (normally with this author the first paragraph can get me) but eventually I did fall.

Ironically, one of the characters in this historical paranormal was having some problems with his aura. As his psychical problems were resolved I began to feel better as well. So, if you’re feeling out of sorts, I highly recommend The Perfect Poison by Amanda Quick. It just might be the perfect cure.

In this installment of the Arcane Society Series, set in Victorian London,  Lucinda Bromley is a spinster botanist with a reputation for poisoning the men in her life and Caleb Jones is the private investigator she calls upon to investigate the theft of a fern from her conservatory.  Of course the plant is only the beginning of the trouble. “She can detect any poison. He can decipher any clue. To find a killer, they make a perfect pair…”

Have you ever struggled with a spell of unproductive reading? What did you do to overcome it?