I've been in a massive reading slump for the past few months. It's not just been reading, I've been in a slump in general for most of this year. I think a combination of changing jobs and wedding planned has overwhelmed me and I've been unable to focus on anything. That slump seemed to come to an end last week. I read a couple of books that I really enjoyed (though I haven't reviewed them), and decided to pick up a book I've been meaning to read for years - Hilary Mantel's Wolf Hall. Unfortunately this is a DNF for me, at somewhere around the 30% mark. I pushed on beyond the point where I first started to think that maybe I wasn't enjoying it, because at times I was really loving it. That's mostly down to the quality of Mantel's prose, which is exquisite and a joy to read. If good prose were enough to sustain a book then I'd love this, but it isn't. Most of my time spent reading this I spent adrift, with no idea what was happening, who these people were, or what the significance of…
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