Houston, We Have a Problem

My dad taught me to read when I was three. My kindergarten teacher was thrilled with me; one less rugrat to teach their ABC's to was probably a bit of a relief. Now, I am thirty-three and after blogging for three years, have lately become burned out on the subject of books. Sitting down at this computer, waiting for the words to come so I can write reviews, has become difficult to say the least.

It has taken me thirty years of loving books to get where I am today. But finding the desire to want to write reviews is hard for me these days. And when I get up in the morning and open the browser on my laptop, you want to know the first websites I've been checking out lately? Food bloggers.

That's right. FOOD bloggers, not BOOK bloggers. I feel guilty, like I'm cheating on the one I love (not my husband, of course). I've been getting more pleasure out of reading foodie websites, food bloggers, and cookbooks than I have book sites. *gasp*

Some people would ask me why I can't do both? Here's why: I'm not a food blogger. I make a mess when I cook and I can't imagine trying to take pictures of the process of trying to make a meal as I am too anal and a bit of a perfectionist and would obsess over the pictures. And since there are some awesome food blogs out there with bloggers who take gorgeous pictures that make their food look like something out of four-star restaurants, I won't even go there. So, I'm going on hiatus. I need a break, friends, before I end up burned-out completely. I'll be back when I'm ready.

I'm still reading, though. I didn't name this blog "My Book Addiction" for nothing, you know.

Today, though, on this gloriously rainy day (thank God, the pollen here has been making me crazy), I'll be making Cinnamon Sugar Pull-Apart Bread from Joy the Baker. And finishing the laundry. Well, nothing's perfect.