Foundation by Isaac Asimov
It’s not you, it’s me. I don’t know what’s wrong with me right now, but I’m just not feeling it. I should be loving this, but I find myself lacking the motivation to turn the page. Is it depression? Some kind of reader’s burnout? Are you just not for me? Maybe I should have read you years ago when my mind was fresher, and you could have masterfully captured my imagination. Instead, I find myself feeling empty, and guilty for not finishing this book that should have been a quick read. One day, I’ll return. I hope to find then what I’m missing now. Until then, you’ll hold a spot on my shelf…
Sorry…