The Ravenor trilogy is set in the Warhammer 40,000 shared universe. That left me with just Dan Abnett and his Ravenor trilogy, so I picked up the first book, titled Ravenor, and settled in. I wanted a world I was already relatively familiar with and wouldn’t take too much time sinking into, but I didn’t particularly feel like reentering Lois McMaster Bujold’s Vorkosigan Saga at the moment. But I wasn’t really up to that kind of science fiction. Now, I had a choice here: I could start on Dan Simmons’ Ilium duology, which Chris suggested I read because I enjoyed science fiction and Homer’s epic poetry. I was a bit tired of fantasy, so although I’d made a promise to my friend Chris to get started on Patrick Rothfuss’s Kingkiller Chronicles (especially since he’d already read the first two books of Scott Lynch’s Gentlemen Bastards series at my insistence), I thought it was high time I paid heed to the call of the distant stars and read some science fiction.
It was only a few days ago, reading burnout remedied, that I finally got around to picking up a new book. I was staring reading burnout in the face, and in order to remedy that I chose to reread some old favorites before getting back to the books in my ephemeral and constantly shifting To-Read list. For the most part, I’ve been happy with them, but there is always something about them that trips me up: some flaw in characterization, or some plot point, that makes me want to take a long vacation by reading something else far less likely to make me feel exhausted and exasperated by the time I get to the end of the book. This has a lot to do with the kinds of books I’ve been reading. Usually I can go through books at a fairly fast clip of a book every week or week and a half, but during this latter half of the year I’ve barely managed to make a book every two weeks. During the last few weeks, I’ve hit something of a slump in my reading.
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