Reading “Swan” by Frances Mayes, and although it is not grabbing me as much as “Under the Tuscan Sun”, I will persevere. I hate giving up on a book although I have, I am sometimes just not in the mood. I almost always go back and finish every book I start. Do you think we read in waves? I seem to. Biographies, then a wave of horror, in comes a wave of chick lit, then the tide goes out and sometimes I cannot read anything deeper than a puddle, if at all. I hate the times I cannot read. I feel sad and empty, but I just can’t seem to get into anything. Luckily, it doesn’t happen very often. Do you ever find yourself unable to read?