Thanks to work I haven't gotten much reading done this week. Well, leisure reading, anyway. I've probably read three novels worth of work-related material with another novel's worth to go. Today the stars aligned and I have enough free time and brain power to get back into this short story collection, and I actually managed to finish the first story. Finally. Yay!
Too bad it was frightfully dull.
But it may not be you, book. It's probably residual work stress still in the emotional driver's seat. Either that or I've read too many Pimpernel stories this year and they're all starting to look the same.